I stood there like an idiot, watching Rarity throw her glorious mane back and forth as the trotted the catwalk. Her designer dresses seemed to fit around get body perfectly, and I caught a glimpse of her eyes as she turned - as always, they were a deep purple, a beautiful fusion of indigo and violet.
My tuxedo and black top hat were nothing compared to what she was wearing. It was surprising simple for such a detailed Pony such as herself - but it complimented her eyes so well. She smile to me, as she gestured for me to join her. I sighed. She would never know how much I wanted to be with her, but this would still be an enjoyable experience. I straightened the collar of my jacket, and walked out.
I was blinded by flashes of light - Photo Finnish, probably. But Rarity shone brighter still. I covered my eyes. She was too beautiful, way too beautiful, and undeserving of me. She deserved a stallion who shone the same way she sh