The ballroom will be lit up bright, ivory walls shimmering with echoing laughter and delight. There will be exquisite dresses fit into slender bodies of beautiful women, and handsome men with smirks and smiles, with silk of the finest quality slipped onto their bodies.

Songs of violins, cellos, flutes, and his personal favorite, pianos would float through the air, the night sounds envious of the attention the man-made music was creating.

Though for her, it would be beautiful. The contrast between the two will become so great, that it will make her shudder with a certain feeling she will not be able to pin-point. The feeling will intensify when she hears footsteps on the beautiful marble architecture.

"Penelo…" His voice will murmur; the sound will caress her cheek on the soft wind that will pick up almost as if on queue.

She will smile, her pink and rosy lips turning upward, complimenting her features as her honey eyes begin to light up. His voice will be the best thing that's ever happened to her…

The sun-kissed blonde will turn slightly, her pink gown wavering as her feet will tap the ground, her brilliant shoes making an echo to disturb the night's peace. She will see him, standing there with precision posture and a sly smile on his face. She will realize soon enough he is not one to be taken lightly.

She will learn he's passionate about what he says, and will come to favor her for the rest of his life.

With swift steps, he will walk forward, his breath quickening in the icy night. The silk on his hand will slide down her shoulder to her hand, lacing his fingers with her slender ones. Turning her, he will smile and his eyes will brighten to a glittering steel blue.

He will steal her breath with that fond smile, and the beautiful voice that carries on the breeze to her ears. He will wonder slightly why she's not inside, not enjoying the party he will try so hard to create for her. She would only smile and shake her head, a light chortle leaving her rosy pink lips.

"Shall we dance…?" He will whisper into her ear, leaving her breathless and in love within a few seconds.

She'll nod, her heart speeding up, then fading to match the steps, as he'll pull her body to his, and run his fingers across her in ways she didn't know men could. He is no man, she will discover, he only acts like one but truly, she will discover that he is nothing more then a child matured too quickly. She'll learn, herself that around him her personality can change quite a bit as well, he will bring out the best in her, and she will enjoy all their time spent.

He will take her hand; pull her into the center of the glitz and the glamour, while he holds his hand steady by her hips. Both will long to share the spotlight as a pair instead of as individuals. Together they will make quite a commotion upon many, and he will enjoy the talk and chatter, the envious stares, and the longing ones, but most of all he will enjoy her company as they dance. Dance to music, dance with friends, dance with each other, until he decides that his bedroom is a better place to be. There they can dance alone on the balcony, there they will make small talk and drink, there they will become friends, but more importantly, there will begin a night of falling, and falling hard.

They will take the first dance, all eyes on them, as a lord and a street urchin will move together in harmony. A harmony that will set the stage for the rest of their lives. He smiles at her, as he comes to watch her eyes memorize his face, longing for his touch.

Together they will be in synchronized harmony, because he will ask her to dance with him tonight.