Lucy walked down the stairs with the grace of a queen. She wore an ice blue dress with white lace and held her head high and took one step at a time, she seemed as if she was floating. The guests at the party all turned and clapped as she was announced. She reached the end of the stairway and a Prince stepped up and bowed to her, she curtseyed and took his hand. The Prince led her out onto the floor and danced with him. Even though she was smiling on the inside she hated it. She hated the smell of this Prince and she hated everything about this night. She was thinking that nothing could  make this night better.