A handsome gentleman takes a liking to you at the masquerade. As the night passes, he lets you in on a secret.
You remind me of Cinderella. But you're not wearing any glass shoes, and you're just as beautiful. Your dress may not be a rich fabric, your shoes may not be the finest, and your jewelry tidbits picked here and there, I can see.
But that's the beauty of you. You didn't just buy your beauty in, you picked it yourself. You can see that you love the attire that you're wearing.
I love it, too. It's very beautiful.