“Um... do you know who that was?”
“I’m assuming that was the girl you and my father wanted me to meet tonight.”
“Oh, dear.” Lisa groaned. “That wasn’t Susan. She and her family just barely arrived.”
Blaze gasped softly. Had he thought she was someone else?
“What?” Colt’s voice lifted in irritation. “But my father told me to look for Cleopatra. That’s what I did.”
“Yes, but... who knew there would be two women with that costume?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” Colt replied sarcastically, “after all, this is a masquerade party.” He grumbled.
“Anyway, come back to the party, and I’ll introduce you to—”
“No.” Colt’s voice was stern. “I like the Cleopatra that I was with. I liked the way I felt when I was with her. Susan won’t measure up. Sorry, but I won’t meet her now.”
Tears filled Blaze’s eyes, and although it thrilled her to hear those words, it also broke her heart. Colt could never court her, and once he found out her true identity, he probably wouldn’t want to, anyway.
The only way to keep their friendship intact was to turn back into his friend. Unfortunately, it was midnight for Cinderella, and everything must return to normal. Sadly, her prince would never come to find Blaze. She wouldn’t let him.
