One more

The napkins were folded like a Lady Windermere fan. The menu written in calligraphy. Every thing had been setted for the evening. Pretty clothes, fashionable hats, smooth gloves. The band played old songs and the couples danced among champagne glasses and murmurs.
But the moment came. She closed her eyes and blew out the candles on the birthday cake. Hugs, cheek kisses and congratulations. The guests ate cake, smoked cigars and, when the music started with renewed spirit, they boogied again.
"Have you made a wish, love?", whispered Rupert bending over her.
"Sssh" said the birthday girl "it's a secret."
"Dance with me, love"
"Of course. It's my present!"
They waltzed under the sign of Pegasus. At midnight the carriage turned into a pumpkin and the princess into little Lucy. The guests and the party disappeared. The band and the music too. But not Rupert, nor the cake. Pegasus was still flying over the sky. Rupert and Lucy danced in the silence. They flew with the thunder and the lightning, swinging in a rain of feathers.
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