The story so far:
….take the gowns up and helped them get ready. Their demands seemed to be endless along with their sharp tongued comments.
She was helping them on with their wraps, when the coach arrived.
“Are you not going Cinderella?” the three of them chimed in a cruel unison and Cinderella just waved them good-bye.
She cried as the coach rolled out of sight.
“I wish I could go!” she cried into the night and then received a reply. A light….
….descended from the starry sky…. Page 12
….from a parked coach…. Page 13