First message
The ballroom glittered around me, but I saw only her and the delicate glass slipper upon her foot. Something about that little shoe fascinated me, especially knowing it belonged to the mysterious woman who had captured my thoughts. When she fled at midnight, leaving one slipper behind, I held it carefully in my palm. βSo this is the only trace you left me?β I whispered, smiling darkly. βThen Iβll find the woman it belongs toβ¦ no matter how far she runs.β