3rd Person

"Wanna come to Medda's with me tomorrow?" her best friend, Davey, asked with his usual smile as if he was pleading with her to say 'yes' as the two of them walked through Manhattan once Davey was finished selling his papers.

"Tomorrow night?" she clarified wanting to say 'yes' at any chance she had to be with him, but knowing she can't.

He nodded, answering her question, before she spoke up again. "I can't tomorrow night. My parents are hosting a...," she hesitated knowing how it all sounded, "a ball."

"A ball?" he questioned, never hearing about those kind of things anymore.

"Yeah. My parents are very... old-fashioned," she explains since her family came from a long line of wealthy people from England who always kept up with tradition.

"What's the ball for?" Davey asked wondering why she was so keen on staying for this one, even though she's missed so many before.

"It's my debutante," she spoke with a slow voice hoping to not sound so posh. She knew Davey was not used to these kind of things, so she took them with caution, not knowing how he'd feel about being apart of this whole new kind of society.

"Oh... um...," he cleared his throat, "that's okay. We can always hang out another time," he finished with a small shrug even though every part of him wanted her to come.

"You should," she stopped herself, hoping to not sound like a complete moron.

"I should what?" Davey wondered.

"I was gonna say you should come-"

"Yeah, sorry, ball's aren't really my thing-"

"Oh yeah, yeah I get it. It's totally fine," she spoke fast with a hint of sadness etched in her voice, putting a strand of her hair behind her ear in a nervous way. He scratched the back of his neck knowing the tension between them could be cut with a knife.

Truthfully, he would go for her. A debutante is meant to let people knowing a young woman is old enough to be courted, but he doubted anyone at that party would approve of him going.

"If you want me to go, I'll go," Davey looked down at his twiddling hands before meeting her (Y/E/C) eyes.

Every part of her being itched for her to say 'yes', but all she could say was, "no, no, it's fine." Silence blanketed over them as she realized how late it has gotten. "I should get going, but I'll talk to you later," she told him, beginning to walk away. He agreed as he watched her leave his sight, thinking the whole conversation over and over.

....

She stared at her reflection in the mirror hating how she looked. She looked... perfect. But that just wasn't her. She hated the pearl necklace. She hated the long white gloves. She hated the expensive ballgown from France. And most of all, she hated the fact that tonight was the night she would get auctioned off by her parents to whomever has the biggest bank account.

"You look absolutely stunning," her mother gushes with her hands on either shoulder. "Tonight will be the best night of your life. I know it was for me," her mother placed a delicate kiss on the side of her head, but all she could think about was how her life as she knew it was over. She was now old enough to date and to even marry- and that scared her most of all.

If it was up to her, she would be already out the door on her way to a certain someone. She'd tell him how she truly felt instead of sitting on the sidelines. He'd even tell her how he likes her back. They would leave this city with no destination in mind, and they'd travel the world in happiness, knowing all they needed was each other.

But life is not a fairy tale. There's no prince charming or fairy godmother. There's no pumpkin carriage with transformed mice pulling her to the castle so she could have one perfect night with the prince.

"(Y/N). (Y/N)," her mother called her over and over, knocking her out of thought.

"Yes?" she asks, looking up at her mother as she began to get nervous.

"It's time. Are you ready?" her mother smiles with so much pride in her only daughter for being just like her.

"Ready as I'll ever be," she took a deep breathe. She was nothing like her mother.

Her mother guided her through the hallway to the large staircase, awaiting the announcement. The large staircase led down to a large hall where she could already hear the chatter and the stringed mini orchestra playing classical music.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breathe as the room below her grew silent, awaiting her entrance. She could hear her heartbeat in her ears as a voice sounded, talking and then clapping, but she couldn't concentrate on the words. She turned to her mother, who was urging her to begin her elegant descend down the grand staircase.

Her steps were precise as she glided down the marble steps, focusing on not tripping until she was halfway down. She looked up, seeing too many people with their eyes fixated on her, before her eyes landed on someone who immediately brought a smile to her face. He was right in front, perfectly groomed and in a tuxedo, awing at how beautiful she was- completely taking his breath away. He returned the smile with a bigger one, watching as his best friend lit up the entire room with just a smile.

She finished her descent, landing right in front of him. Neither of them could speak, and it took the orchestra to begin playing the traditional music, for them to come back to reality.

"You look absolutely stunning," he complimented, earning a small 'thank you' in return.

"You came," she spoke with pure happiness emanating just because of his presence. "I thought debutantes weren't your thing," she comments, still surprised at his arrival.

"If they're your thing, then they're my thing, too," he smiled as if being there was no big deal. "Now would you like to dance?" he asked, bending down a little and holding out a hand for her to take.

"My pleasure," she curtsied, taking his hand before he lead her to the dance floor. Her hand rested on his shoulder as the other laid in his hand while his other hand laid delicately on her waist, guiding her through the dance. "Where did you learn to dance like this?" she wondered as he perfectly lead the dance.

"Let's just say someone owed me a big favor," he smiled, embarrassed at the great length he went just for a debutante. But it wasn't just a debutante. It was her debutante, and he couldn't sit around while other men tried to win her heart. It was his time to finally say what he's always wanted to say.

Everyone watched in astonishment as the beautiful girl was taken by a nobody- a street rat. He could feel their gaze of disdain, envious of his position.

But she couldn't see anyone else but him. Faces faded away until no one else was there but the two of them, dancing as if no one was watching.

The song ended too soon for her liking before he leaned forward to whisper in her ear, asking her for a moment of her time, and she wished to say he could have all of her time if he wished so. But for now, a minute was better than nothing.

He lead her outside as the cool air hit them as soon as they stepped outdoors. The noise faded as did the music as they drew further and further from the house and into her backyard, transformed into a garden with a single fountain in the middle. They walked, admiring the bloomed roses and tulips with only the moonlight illuminating their way.

"What did you want to talk to me about?" she wondered out loud. He stopped walking, taking her hand in his, her skin on fire from his touch.

"Listen, (Y/N),... um...," he searched his mind for the correct words. "We've been friends for so long, and your friendship means more to me than anything else- you mean more to me than anything else. And I- I don't want us to be friends anymore. I want us to be so much more than friends, and I know you're from a whole different world, and your parents want someone who's the exact opposite of me-"

She interrupts his rambling, kissing him softly on the lips, him immediately kissing back. His hands returned to her waist as hers raises to his cheeks. They both pull away speechless, with their hands still on each other.

"I don't care about my parents and what they want. I really like you, Davey, and I don't want to be just friends, either," she tells him, her (Y/E/C) eyes focused on his.

They both wore a smile no moon or sun could outshine. And she knew her life was not a fairy tale, but Davey was her prince charming.

A-N- I don't know much about debutantes but here you go! I hope you enjoyed it! Please vote and comment what ya think! Thank you all! Love you all!