Emily

If someone told me that I would be swept off my feet by a smoking hot man and that I would look like Cinderella someday, I would have laughed in their face before screaming at the top of my lungs and calling them a lying bastard or bitch before asking them why they would lie to me like that. I would then run home and cry because that was who the old Emily was. Insecure and ugly, as the snobby brats at school would say.

Adam had made me feel special. The way his body was pressed against mine in a tight embrace as he danced with me slowly...