As Princess Pirouette pulled on her white gloves, made from the finest chamois and adorned with little ruby buttons, she took one last look in the mirror. She liked what she saw. Her makeup was perfect. Not a hair on her head was out of place with little white roses to highlight her jet black hair. There was nothing especially special about this day, but for some reason, the little princess felt as though she were on the brink of some great event. Perhaps today would be the day when she would meet him. Who that him might be wasn’t clear, yet, but she was sure he was out there.