‘Goodnight Senor Taylor,’ she’d said backing out of the door, perturbed by her thoughts and by what lay ahead. The rest of Mia’s evening was spent trying to frantically sort out an outfit for the ball. 

    ‘You are like Cinderella and Senor Taylor is your handsome prince.’ Her aunt Rosetta giggled as she pulled several dresses from her wardrobe and laid them out on the bed.

    ‘This is real life Aunt Rosetta, not a fairy tale!’ She laughed, weighing up which one of the dresses would be less daring.

    ‘Come on you like him, don’t you?’ Her aunt gave her that ever knowing smile.

    ‘Why do you say that?’