Knowing that these would be my last few hours alive, I loom in the crowd and start pouring my self a drink.

"Relax. They're not here yet," I whisper. Trying to calm my anxiety down while pouring whiskey in my glass.

"Not yet..but they'll be here, " the voice at the back of my head appears to reply.

The evocative smell of alcohol around me and the loud music while familiar people are dancing and drinking at the venue, tells me to not worry about something and just start being normal while the year change. The year that I think I won't even make it when the clock strikes twelve.

Well, ladies and gentlemen, behold, this is the true story of Cinderella. No prince charming, No glass shoes and no fairy godmother to save the day. And once the clock strikes midnight I won't be hiding and running out of the palace, no prince will ever be searching for me while holding a glass slipper. Because, as the clock strikes twelve I'll be gone. Forever.

The bitter blended taste of alcohol really gives me the passion of the New Year's Eve party. I can't believe it's been three years, three years of spending a freak'n year's eve with these humans.

I head to the spot where I can meet that man who brought me here. I walk my way with my dark red one shoulder evening gown that has a thigh-high slit that exposes my right leg. I feel people looking at me as I walk through the other side of the ballroom.

"Hi Scarlet, would you like to dance with me?" A guy with the dark blue Burberry suit smiles at me and asks for my hand to dance. I don't even know him by name, but his perfect emerald eyes are the things I've been wanting to see for the past years.

Without thinking further I lend out my hand and place it unto his palm. He holds my hand softly as he leads me through the dance hall where people with expensive gowns and tuxedos are dancing smoothly with slow classical music.

I look at him as he holds my left hand and gently places my right hand on his shoulder. He rests his other hand at my curve and the lights started to deem as we both start swaying with the music.

I keep staring at him and I realize that I don't really know these people around me except for a few. I keep bumping with the same guy for the past 3 years of new year's eve, and I don't even have a single idea about him, except for his beautiful emerald green eyes that I guess I will never forget.

"My name is Jake Davids, In case that's behind that look," A husky voice breaks the ice that's been forming between us a while ago. He smiles at me before he continues, "And you're the famous beautiful daughter of Mr. Robert, nice meeting you Scarlet Jones." He smirks like he knows everything about me.

He hands out a gentle twirl and pulls me back before he adds, "It's really an honor to dance with you." He smiles even brighter.

"So, you're Jake Davids. Never heard of you but It's enormous to know more about Mr. Robert's daughter," I shoot back trying to wake the silent savage queen inside me before giving him one of my smirks.

I feel people stepping out of the dance hall and they are starting to form a big circle around us as the music goes more powerful. We both dance rhythmically while keeping each other's eyes together. There's something in his gaze that I tend to lose my self with. His unfamiliar scent seems so rebellious that every woman could go crazy for it.

As the music goes slow he twirls me and pulls me back gently like we're actually the virtual reality of this classical music.

"Never thought the beautiful daughter of Mr. Robert can dance perfectly." He whispers through the music as he bends me lower.

"I never thought a stranger who actually maybe likes my father dance better than him." I chuckle while he pulls me back to him.

The music goes slower and slower and before we met the end he throws me into a gentle twirl and pulls me back again. As the music ends He gives me a bow and I gently bend for a curtsy.

And before I even realized it, there's a circle of people with tuxedos and gowns that gives us a gentle round of applause. Looks like we're good attention magnets that almost half of the crowd are facing us. And that's not good news.

Searching at the crowd I finally meet the eyes of the devil. Not so far at the other side of the ballroom, there standing a guy with a black suit. It looks like he dresses pretty well just to meet me. Nice move pretty boy. I don't even have to be curious about how he broke into this new year's Eve party because based on him he can do everything with just a click of his fingers. But of course, I don't believe him I'm not that stupid as he thinks. I can break every finger in his hand so he won't be able to click something ever again. But I won't be doing that today.

As the crowd starting to spread again and mind their own businesses of getting drunk before they meet the new year, I try getting my way out of the ballroom when I felt a hand grab my arm, I try to get out of his grip but his so freak'n strong like metal.

I think this is it, I won't be able to make it till midnight.