"I guess I should've known better", Marisol told herself as she was cleaning the tears from her cheeks, leaving the prom dance. No, she didn't weep that much, and yet it spoke louder.

She had to get away from that scene: no one wants to see her crush being approached by somebody else.

Then, Marisol looked at herself: wearing that stupid pink dress, she was sure Mattel owned the patent of. That wasn't her.

She took one more glance to Adam, one of her closest friends, getting closer to the dance floor, to the head cheerleader to boot: Darcy, the most popular girl on school.

Marisol wondered, how in Earth Adam suddenly looked like that? He: a dorky boy with no sense of fashion, that night walked as the closest thing you'd ever found on Greenberg High to a prince.

She wasn't strong enough to see them.

And as she stood on a corner, outside the dance hall, all by herself, for several minutes, under the moonlight of what it should've been the best night of her life, she suddenly took notice she just had lost a shoe.

"Dammit!" Marisol whispered.

She felt tempted to go back and get it back, but she didn't have to: the shoe came back, along with somebody else.

"Hey," Darcy greeted, with the shoe on his left hand, I guess this is yours?

"Thank you," Marisol blushed, it's just these kind of things aren't my thing.

You look good.

"Thanks but well, can't compare with you," Marisol explained, "I guess, no one can."

"Well, I really appreciate it." Darcy replied. "However I wanted to ask you ask you something."

Darcy's forehead suddenly looked sweaty, and she seemed to want to avoid eye contact.

"What it is?" Marisol said.

"I I wanted to know if you would like to dance?"

"What?!" Marisol yelled in incredulity.

"I knew you would say no," Darcy snorted.

Just as she was about to turn around and return to the hall, she was stopped by Marisol's hand over her wrist.

"Wait," Darcy, Marisol said. "You know, it's funny you're saying that, because well..."

"Yeah?"

"The thing is I had the deepest crush on you since I can remember and... it would be a honor to dance with you."

Darcy's face was then filled with joy and marvel.

"May I?" She asked as she extended her hand to Marisol.

Then, Marisol remembered a detail.

"Oh, right!" Darcy exclaimed.

She was ready to put Marisol's shoe back where it belonged.

"No," Marisol said. "This is not me." Instead, she took off the other shoe.

Darcy smiled, and after offering her arm, the two girls were ready to have her first dance.

"I knew telling her about Marisol feeling's would help." Adam thought, smiling, as she saw the two princesses side by side.