8. First Kiss.

The clock struck midnight. Aine gasped, realizing it was the time for him to make his exit. However, he did not want to let go of Lady Irie’s hands.

He wanted this dance to last forever.

But time beckoned him; the magical prince spell granted by his fairy godmother Camus, would wear out in a few mere moments. It seemed to be like a curse now, letting him fall smitten for the beautiful young lady in front of him.

Sighing, he reluctantly let go of Rin’s hands and bowed.

“Irie-sama, I must leave.” She looked at him with the most mournful look and Aine felt his heart clench with regret.

“But… I won’t leave without giving you this gift. Close your eyes.”

When she did, Aine quickly pressed his lips to hers, giving her his first kiss. By then, his princely form changed back to that of a poor man, overworked by his evil stepbrothers.

Then he ran away.

When Rin opened her eyes, the mysterious teal-haired prince had disappeared.