The Best Dancer in the World - 4 Years Old
Aria Pierce was four years old, and tonight was the most important night of her entire life. Why? Because it was the Daddy-Daughter Dance at her school, duh! For weeks, she had been telling everyone about it—her mom, her teachers, the dog she saw on the street—and now, the day was finally here.
Her dress was a princess dress. Okay, maybe it wasn’t exactly the same as Belle’s dress, but Aria swore it was close enough. The golden fabric swished around her legs as she spun in front of the mirror for the millionth time, watching her curls bounce with every twirl. Her mommy had even let her wear a tiny bit of sparkly lip gloss, which made Aria feel so fancy.
“Do you think Daddy will like it?” she asked her mom for the tenth time, fiddling with the bow tied around her waist.
Her mom smiled and knelt down to fix a loose curl. “He’s going to love it, sweetheart. Now go show him. He’s waiting for you downstairs.”
With a squeal, Aria grabbed her little purse (because princesses always carried purses, obviously) and ran down the stairs as fast as her little feet could carry her.
“Daaaaddyyyyy!” she called out, stopping at the bottom step.
Her dad turned around, dressed in a suit that made him look just like a prince from her storybooks. And for a moment, Aria couldn’t say anything because, wow, her daddy looked so cool.
“Whoa,” he said, crouching down to her level with a big smile. “Is this my princess? You look beautiful, Aria.”
Her cheeks turned pink, and she gave him a shy smile before throwing herself into his arms. “You look like a prince!” she giggled, wrapping her tiny arms around his neck. DID YOU KNOW HER DAD USED TO BE A REAL PRINCE??? AND HE LOOKED LIKE ONE TOOOOO.
“Well, every prince needs a princess to dance with,” he replied, standing up and holding her close. “Ready to show everyone how it’s done?”
“Yes! DUHHHHHHH.”
The school gym was decorated with twinkling lights, pink and gold streamers, and balloons everywhere. To Aria, it looked like something straight out of a fairy tale. Her daddy held her hand tightly as they walked in together, and she couldn’t stop bouncing on her toes from excitement.
The music started, and Aria gasped when she heard her favorite song—the princess song from her favorite movie.
“Daddy, daddy, let’s dance!” she exclaimed, tugging his hand toward the dance floor.
Her dad chuckled and let her lead the way. “Alright, princess, show me what you’ve got.”
For the next few minutes, Aria twirled and spun and tried her best to teach her dad all the moves she’d been practicing in her room. He wasn’t as good as her (obviously), but he was still the best dancer in the world because he was her daddy.
At one point, he picked her up and spun her around in the air, and she squealed with laughter so loudly that even some of the other dads looked over with smiles. “Higher, Daddy, higher!”
“You’re going to make me dizzy, Aria!” he laughed, but he kept spinning her anyway because her giggles were the best sound in the world.
When the song ended, Aria leaned her head against his shoulder and let out a little sigh. “I love you, Daddy.”
“I love you too, princess,” he said, kissing her forehead. “Best dance partner I’ve ever had.”
“Me too,” she whispered sleepily, already feeling the excitement of the night catching up to her.
And even though she fell asleep in his arms halfway through the next song, Aria knew she’d remember this night forever. Because every princess deserved a dance with her daddy, and hers was the best daddy in the whole wide world.
@Littlefeets - another one in the vault that just needed to be edited 