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22 August 2014 @ 12:05 pm
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  • Thu, 15:30: By the time Emily arrived, Anthony had almost given up. Every girl in the kingdom was at the ball, and he had to dance with #AtSecondGlance
  • Thu, 15:31: most of them. "You can keep an eye out for your 'soul mate'," Rupert said, "and still look like you're giving the others a #AtSecondGlance
  • Thu, 15:31: fair shot." The slim figure in the tailored shirt and pants shone as if haloed in moonlight as she glided through the #AtSecondGlance
  • Thu, 15:32: dancing throng. Anthony dropped his partner's hands a beat before the music stopped. "I was afraid I'd missed you." #AtSecondGlance
  • Thu, 15:33: "So, you're the one who has captivated my fianc�," Rupert said, appearing at Anthony's discreet signal. "I can't say I'm #AtSecondGlance
  • Thu, 15:34: altogether surprised." He bowed very correctly, asked if Emily would excuse the two men for a minute and took Anthony aside. #AtSecondGlance
  • Thu, 15:35: "Did you think I wouldn't notice?" Rupert's voice was loud in the expectant hush. "You were supposed to choose a woman." #AtSecondGlance
  • Thu, 15:35: Emily felt tears forming in her eyes. Everybody was staring at her, all the girls and their anxious parents. The entire #AtSecondGlance
  • Thu, 15:36: population of the kingdom was crammed into this one overheated, airless room, and they were not going to be happy that Emily #AtSecondGlance
  • Thu, 15:37: had been chosen over their daughters, especially when it turned out she wasn't even a woman… Anthony turned his back on #AtSecondGlance
  • Thu, 15:37: Rupert and stormed over to Emily. He put his hand under her chin and forced her to look at him. "Please don't cry." #AtSecondGlance
  • Thu, 15:38: "The Prince is right," Emily said. "I'm not exactly a woman." "The Prince can be a real jerk sometimes," Anthony said. #AtSecondGlance
  • Thu, 15:39: "True beauty has no gender." Anthony took Emily's hand and swept her into a waltz before she could say no. They twirled #AtSecondGlance
  • Thu, 15:40: around the room, alone at first, soon joined by dozens of other couples. The music never stopped, just changed tempo. #AtSecondGlance
  • Thu, 15:41: Anthony and Emily finished the waltz, then rumbaed, hustled, fox-trotted and slow-danced. After an hour or so their bodies #AtSecondGlance
  • Thu, 15:42: were pressed together full-length, Emily's cheek resting on Anthony's shoulder, his hands gripping her butt, her hands #AtSecondGlance
  • Thu, 15:43: linked around his waist. Whatever she is, man or woman, Anthony thought, she feels right for me. And he knew, whatever she #AtSecondGlance
  • Thu, 15:44: was, he loved her. This was heaven, Emily thought, leaning into Anthony's hard body. She let her hands drift lower, from #AtSecondGlance
  • Thu, 15:44: Anthony's waist to his hips… When the chimes sounded for midnight Emily panicked. "I'm sorry," she said. She yanked herself #AtSecondGlance
  • Thu, 15:45: out of Anthony's embrace and dashed through the doors and down the steps so fast the slippers flew off her feet. She #AtSecondGlance
  • Thu, 15:46: snatched up the closer one and jumped into the waiting limo. But it was only an eggplant now, withered and imploding, with #AtSecondGlance
  • Thu, 15:47: an enormous rat gnawing on the bulb end. The lizard-skin trousers slithered off her hips like a used condom and she sprinted #AtSecondGlance
  • Thu, 15:48: toward home, a scruffy lad in ragged shirt and breeches, a girl's sandal bulging in his pocket. #AtSecondGlance