The evening of the school dance came around, and Belle was nervous; she didn’t mind admitting it. Why, she wasn’t sure; although it was probably something to do with the fact that she had never been to a dance like this in her life before.
“It’ll be just fine,” her Những người bạn told her, reassuringly. “We’ll have a lot of fun. It’ll be great.”
The staff had gone all out to make the hall look nice for the dance. Lọ lem had spent half the ngày polishing and waxing the floor. In fact, halfway through sweeping it, she had been caught dancing with her broom, pretending she was at...
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