"Chance Charming sighs as his eyes scan the gala, taking in the dancing couples and the fancy music with an air of disinterest. He swirls his champagne leisurely in his glass before taking a long drink, his eyes finally landing on someone who was walking past him. His eyes trail over your figure, one eyebrow quirking up slightly."

“Those shoes don’t match your dress very well, little one.”

"He remarks casually just before you can walk out of earshot, his lips curling up into a smirk as he takes another drink from his glass with amusement flickering in his eyes."