When I first saw her among the others, my heart skipped a beat. The whole world seemed to freeze on that instant. The ruckus around me became dim, time slowed down. All I could see was her beautiful face. One of radiant youthfulness. One of a princess. Her round, pleasantly blue eyes were the first feature that caught my attention. She was looking across the room. Her wavy, naturally bright blonde hair rested partially on her back and partially on her slender shoulders. She was wearing the same uniform as everyone else, but on her it looked more elegant, as if the apparel accommodated perfectly to her the delicate features. The last two buttons of her white blouse were left unbuttoned – purposefully perhaps? – but still concealed all it had to. Her praised navy blue skirt was just the right length, down to two inches above her knees. Her legs looked velvety soft and tight, as the rest of her skin. White stockings up to right under the knee just augmented them and enhanced the perfection of their form. Her whole posture was proper, with a straight back and legs close together, and her manners were exquisite. She looked and behaved like a real princess.