She tried hard, but it just would not fit.
The first step-sister tried to place her foot in the glass slipper. “I have two lovely daughters for you to see.” “Get ready! One of you must be the one to fit your foot in that slipper. “At the door!” screamed the other step-sister. “He is coming!” called one step-sister as she looked out the window. And so the Prince moved on.Īt last the Prince came to Cinderella’s house. One young woman after another tried to fit her foot inside the glass slipper. Then I will ask her to be my bride!”įrom hut to hut, from house to house, went the Prince.
“And when I find it, I will find her, too. “Somewhere there is the other glass slipper,” he said. He saw that it was made in a special way, to fit a foot like none other. “This is all I have left from her,” he said, looking down at the glass slipper. He looked around but could not see her blue dress anywhere. He picked up her glass slipper and rushed out the door. “Goodbye!” Cinderella turned one last time. “Oh, dear!” she said as one glass slipper fell off her foot on the stair. “Please, stop for a moment!” said the Prince. In fact, they danced for so long that Cinderella did not see the clock. They laughed and talked, and they danced some more. “How rude!”īut all the Prince could see was Cinderella. “Why is he dancing all the time with her?” they said. Soon the other maidens at the ball grew jealous. And then they danced again, and yet again. When the song was over, they danced again. “Many things are possible,” said Cinderella, “if you wish them to be true.” “I feel as if I know you,” said the Prince. “I am pleased to meet you now,” said Cinderella with a bow. “I will ask her to dance.” And he walked over to Cinderella. “There is something about her,” said the Prince to himself. Who was that lovely maiden stepping down the stairs? She held her head tall and looked as if she belonged.
"Look!" Someone pointed to the front door. Yet after he said “hello,” one by one, he could find nothing more to say. “Look around you! You could not ask for finer maidens than these.” “Why do you have that sad look on your face?” the Queen said to her son. Over at the ball, the Prince did not know what to think. And there were her driver and four horses before her, waiting. "Did that even happen?" But there she stood in a fine gown, and with a golden band in her hair. “My work is done.” And with that, the Fairy Godmother was gone.Ĭinderella looked around her. “Then I must be sure to leave the ball before midnight!” said Cinderella. Everything will go back to how it was before.” Tonight, at the stroke of midnight, it will all be over.
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