We’re at the end of our Cinderella Adventure! :( It’s sort of a bitter-sweet thing for me.
Cinderella was scrubbing the floor of the main hallway, dreaming about the fabulous night with the prince. She was humming the tune of the first song that they danced to when Lady Tremaine burst through her bedroom doors, each slapping the wall with a loud bang. “Cinderella!” She said her name curtly and angrily. “Come here, now.”
Cinderella slowly rose to her feet and started up the steps. “Faster. I want you here now.” Cinderella ran up the steps quickly now and stood in front of her step-mother, wondering what she did to cause this mood.
“Were you at the ball last night?” Cinderella nodded her head. “Speak girl!”
“Yes, ma’am,” Cinderella said shyly.
“And where did you get that gown? I have never seen that gown before and I haven’t seen it since. What did you do with it? Answer me!” Lady Tremaine had not given her a chance to answer yet, but was still scolding her for not doing so.
“It was my mother’s gown, I was saving it for a special occasion. And I gave to a charity for I have no more uses for it.” Cinderella was proud of her lie, and how quickly she was able to come up with it.
“Well, you are to never talk to the prince again. Do you understand? If I ever catch you doing so, you will be severely punished.” Cinderella nodded her head just as there was a knock at the door. “Go answer that.”
Cinderella flew down the stairs and opened the door to find the short, white-haired man standing in the doorway. “Why hello there! Did you enjoy the ball last night?” Cinderella nodded her head. “Good, good. Then you must know of this mysterious woman? Well, I have here one glass slipper. And I am looking for its partner. Whomever can provide this other slipper is to come with me and meet the prince.”
“I have it here!” But it was not Cinderella who spoke, but rather Lady Tremaine called from the top of the stairs. In her hands was Cinderella’s glass slipper. “ANASTASIA! DRIZELLA! Come down here now!” She frantically approached the door. “This is my daughter’s slipper, and there’s the other one! How perfect! Thank you for returning it!”
Cinderella was awestruck. “How did…” she muttered. But Lady Tremaine hushed her. Cinderella realized that her mouth was hanging open and she quickly closed it. The sisters then exited their room, rubbing the sleep out of their eyes. They were still in their nightgowns.
As they were walking down, the little man looked at their feet. “Are you sure that these slippers are theirs? Which one wore them?” He looked disbelieving, for the girls’ feet were huge.
“Of course they are! Anastasia, come sit down. Put your slipper on.” Lady Tremaine handed the slipper to her daughter and Anastasia looked confused but put it on anyways.
She grunted and curled her toes but there was no way that her monstrous foot was going to fit into Cinderella’s slipper. Lady Tremaine grunted and snatched the slipper from her. “Drizella, this must be your shoe. Put it on for the man.” Drizella gave her mother a shocked look and took the small shoe. She started to protest but Lady Tremaine hushed her.
“Look, madam, but I really need to get going. I don’t know how you got the other slipper but it is clear that it does not fit your daughter’s feet.” Lady Tremaine gave the man a hard look and he quickly hushed and looked down. Drizella grunted and tried to push her foot in, but it did not work.
“I can’t do it,” she huffed. “They’re Cinderella’s slippers. She has such small feet, we could never fit into her slippers.” Drizella looked defeated and Lady Tremaine looked very furious.
“Are you Cinderella?” the little man asked. Cinderella nodded and asked for the slipper that he was holding. She easily slipped it on and the man’s face lit up. “Come with me then!”
“NO! She can’t go! She is our maid, we need her.” Lady Tremaine was growing frantic, desperately not wanting something amazing happen to her step-daughter.
But the man ushered Cinderella out and quickly led her to the carriage waiting for them. “Oh! I nearly forgot!” He turned around and smacked into Lady Tremaine. She had been holding the other slipper but it was now flying through the air. “NO!” yelled the man. But it was too late. It hit the ground and quickly exploded in a frenzy of glitter. “What?”
At the same time, the other glass slipper that Cinderella was holding, became a pile of glitter in her lap. “Witch! This is the devil’s work! You! You are a witch!” The little man’s hair was disheveled. His finger was pointing accusingly at Lady Tremaine. She was trying to get off the ground from their fall.
“I’m no witch! The girl is a witch!” She then pointed her finger at Cinderella.
“Wrong! This woman is an angel and is to be married to the prince. You, however, are a witch. And I will see to your hanging when I get her to the safety of the castle.” He then jumped into the carriage and it took off.
“She’s not a witch. You can’t hang her, she’s my stepmother.” Cinderella feared that Lady Tremaine would be hanged because of her mother’s gift.
“Stepmother? But you work for her!” The man was astonished and still fueled by adrenaline.
“I never said that she was a good stepmother. But still, she is not a witch.”
“Then how do you explain the sorcery?” He questioned, slowly calming down.
“I cannot answer that, but she is not a witch, end of story.” The little man grunted as they entered the castle gates.
“Why did you leave last night?” Was the first question the prince had for her.
“It’s really hard to explain and you probably won’t believe me.” Cinderella felt very childish, and embarrassed to be in her work clothes.
“Oh, we can worry about that later. What is your name? I was up all night trying to guess what it was but nothing seemed beautiful enough to suit you.” His smile was beautiful, teeth so white, it was unreal.
“Cinderella.” She had not made eye contact with the prince yet, for she was afraid that he would fall out of love with her.
“Wow, that suits you well! It’s so beautiful. Why won’t you look at me?” The prince ducked to catch her eyes, but she averted them. “Do you believe in love at first sight? Because dancing with you last night was unlike anything I had every imagined. You are so beautiful, and I really don’t understand why you aren’t looking at me.” His tone was playful and sweet and Cinderella couldn’t help but smile slightly.
Cinderella finally lifted her head and looked into his brown eyes. They were sparkling with a certain shine that Cinderella could not describe, it was as if he was looking into her heart.
“There you go. You are so undeniably beautiful.” He was speaking slowly now, deliberately. “I love you, Cinderella. Do you love me too?”
“I… love you, Ryan. I knew the second I saw you.” Cinderella was smiling and so inexplicably happy that she could hardly contain it. The prince’s face lit up and he grabbed Cinderella in one swift motion and they kissed.
Cinderella had never kissed a man before, but had imagined it many times. However, she had never imagined this. Her eyes were shut tight, her hands held onto his shoulders, and her lips expertly matched his as their kiss grew from a spur-of-the-moment into a passionate kiss.
His hands were tightly wrapped around her waist and his tongue started to tease her lips. Cinderella let out a small laugh for it started to tickle, having his tongue trace her lips. He pulled away and smiled with her. He bent down onto one knee, never leaving her eyes. “Cinderella, the love of my life, will you do me the honor and be my wife?”
His palms were sweaty, gripping hers. They were growing tighter and she gripped his hands as well. “Of course!” was her reply. He got back up and they embraced again.
And They Lived Happily Ever After… :)