Without even looking she knows him - by every sense that is given to her, she knows it's him that has found her hand, that guides her to turn back under his arm and spin into his steps. That instant warmth and contentment as her heart beats faster like it did the first time he ever smiled at her.

Both her hands settle into his as she comes to face him, beaming up at him, tugging him into her by the next beat of the music. So her chest was pressed against his, her head tilting to face his with that same, silly, grin.

"Do I get to dance with a Handsome Prince?"