silken. The curls that had escaped from my ribbon looked as though theywere supposed to be that way. The dress clung in all the right places, and as slender as Iâd become, I was still plenty large where I needed to be.
I was beautiful. Truly beautiful.
I was still reeling from the shock of that notion when a fussy little man in a velvet waistcoat approached me.
âAnd how shall we announce you?â he asked.
âA-announce?â I stammered, as stupidly as Griselda or Corimunde.
âYour name, â he said, as though he expected women to be stupid.
I watched an exquisitely dressed woman in front of me stand in an entryway while a deep voice called out, âEsmeralda Maria von Drappia.â
She curtsied, and it sounded as though an entire village was applauding her. Then she glided into the ballroom.
So, I was to be announced too. The Step-Evils would know I was here. Well, so be it. My chin shot defiantly into the air.
âJust say Cinders-Ella is here,â I said.
The man raised one eyebrow but nodded. He gave me a little push, and then I was standing in the entrance, blinded by the spotlights.
âCinderella,â the voice called out.
Numbly I moved forward, trying to get into the shadows so I could see. But almost instantly, a man took my hand.
âMay I have this dance?â
I nodded, too stunned to speak. Evidently no words were needed.The man took my other hand and whirled me along with the music.
I have not danced much, so at first it took all my concentration to follow his lead. But he had all the skill I lacked. Soon I could think and dance both, just by letting him take control. I examined my partner. He had a wide chest, a cleft chin, a strong jaw, brilliant blue eyes, golden hair, a gleaming crown. I gasped.
âYouâre the prince,â I said.
âYes,â he said, and I liked the way he said it, very simply. He didnât boast. He didnât apologize the way I thought I would have if Iâd been royalty: âYes, but please donât let it make you think any differently of me.â My heart beat fast. I hoped Lucille saw me dancing with the prince. But when I tried to look around to see if any of the Step-Evils were watching, I began to lose the time of the waltz, and nearly stumbled. I focused on the prince again. Because of my fragile glass slippers, I had to lean into him. I hoped he didnât think me forward.
The song ended with a whisper of violins, and I expected the prince to move on to another girl. But he peered deep into my eyes and murmured, âAgain?â
I felt a thrill and murmured back, âYes.â Surely Lucille would see me now.
Somehow we ended up dancing every dance together. My feet were practically bloodied with the rubbing of the slippers, and I asked to sit down. The prince led me out onto a terrace, just him and me. From there I could see the moonlight and starshine and fields of roses. I looked back towardthe castle and saw suddenly that there were two ballrooms facing the terrace. The first, where Iâd been, was small and intimate. The other was large and packed. I caught sight of a fuchsia ruffleâyes, Griselda and Corimunde were in the other ballroom. So they hadnât seen me.
The prince began gently tracing the outline of my face with his finger, turning my face toward him.
âYouâre very beautiful,â he whispered in a reverent tone.
I wanted to say, âYou are too,â but I knew that was wrong, because he was handsome, not beautiful. And then I couldnât say anything, because his hands had moved to the back of my head and were pulling me closer, and then suddenly he was kissing me, and I couldnât think of any words, only of him. Somehow he lifted me up, and we were dancing again, out on the terrace, under the stars. I could hear the music from the ballroom, light and beautiful. And then I heard something else, a rumbling Dong, dong, dong . . .
I pulled back