The story so far:
…who are you? The Prince asked.
“My name is Cinderella Tucknor, your Majesty.” She introduced herself with a curtsey.
“Lord Tucknor’s daughter?” he asked with a surprised look on his face.
“Yes, your Majesty,” she answered.
Why, we were told by the Lady Tucknor, you were gone, a victim of the sickness during the winter after your father’s passing. Don’t you remember me? On my 5th birthday, you and I were promised to each other, and to be married when I was 21,” he told her.
“We were?” Cinderella looked into his eyes, trying to remember a younger version of the face and eyes looking at her with growing fondness.
“Yes, remember the leaves?” an impish grin formed on his lips.
A memory of a young boy running and jumping into piles of fall leaves brought a smile to her face.
“See you remembered. So Cinderella will you marry me?,” he said gathering her into his arms knowing she was going to say yes.
“But my Step-mother and Step-sisters, they must be told,” she told him.
And do they did.
Cinderella’s Step-mother was angry, but what could she do? She had even taken Cinderella to the side and said, “It should have been my eldest, you no good…”
Cinderella didn’t say a thing…
… she glared hatefully at her step’s… page 24
…she left the house…page 26