"You're beautiful," the man said with a sweet smile.
"Don't let you become Cinderella. Only a few hours left for you to take off your glass slipper. Who do you think will pick your shoes up?" The man chuckled as he grabbed Rissa's hand. They circled and danced.
Suddenly, Rissa felt touched, and then she sobbed. The man grabbed her chin so Rissa could look at him. And then, his hand gently wiped Rissa's tears.
"Don't cry anymore, Rissa. You probably don't know how sad I was when I saw you cry. Rissa, will you take me as I am?"
The man looked at Rissa so meaningfully. Her eyes went limp as he kissed her lips softly and slowly, but Rissa took it off quickly.
The man came back closer and then landed a kiss on Rissa's lips again. His big hands grabbed Rissa's face, then slipped behind her hair, rubbing the nape of her neck.
