Even though nobody is kusoma this I still feel like continuing it.

Adella's POV
I ran down the steps. "I'm gonna be late!" I exclaimed. The ball had already started and I was fully in my dress, tiara and glass shoes.
I bumped into Sir Peter on the way down. "Sorry, sir" I mumbled.
"Quite alright... where are wewe going?" he asked.
I glanced up at his face "The ball... I'm uh late"
He smiled warmly "I thought a princess is never late everyone else is early".
"Thats not the case today" I answered trying to fix my hair,it had toppled down out of its bun.
"Sir, do I look presentable?" I asked him.
Sir Peter nodded "Yes, I think wewe should wear your hair down all the time".

I blushed "That wouldnt be the most proper thing".
"No,it probably would not be" he answered then alisema "Do wewe need an escort?".
"I would be very thankful if wewe would escort me" I answered trying not to sound to eager.

***
The ball went extraordinary. I had to dance with every man there but it still was fun.

Sir Peter and I had danced once. I had a weird feeling when he put his arm on my waist and held me close. I could hear him breathing and his eyes were on me.
The obnoxius prince was there though I only danced one dance with him.

My mind wont stop straying from Peter.His eyes, his hands everything about him seems... perfect.
I can not wait till tomorrows lessons.

Am I falling in... love?