Crème veered and came to a halt seconds later. The baker was clearly distraught; he came right up to Cinderella and Crème.
“Cinderella?! Oh dear, my dear, my son, he has a sever fever, you had Stargrass. Please tell me you still have some!” The distraught baker cried.
Cinderella paled. “I gave it to Rumplestiltskin. But, we can go to him.” The plump baker couldn’t easily mount the old horse, so Cinderella rode alone to the small pawn shop.
“Back pretty?” Rumplestiltskin asked.
“I need some Stargrass, please quickly, how much do you want for it?” Cinderella asked. Rumplestiltskin looked at her, taking in her appearance.
“Your right shoe.” Rumplestiltskin smiled, mischievously at her.
“Okay.” Cinderella said cautiously, taking the pretty shoe off and handing it to him.
“Here’s one Stargrass.” Rumplestiltskin handed it to her, and Cinderella nodded to him before running out, awkwardly, to Crème.
“Here He’ll be ok now.” Cinderella didn’t even get off the horse to hand the baker the root.
“Oh, thank you! I must hurry home.” The baker looked deeply relieved as he hurried off.
Crème and Cinderella came home a quarter till midnight. Cinderella rushed upstairs to gather her few things. As she ran back out to the horse and collie, she heard bells and the laughter of her stepsisters.
“Cinderella, what are you doing? Get back inside, now!” Lady Collette’s voice lashed out, breaking the night’s silence.
“My name is no longer Trimmer.” Cinderella said making sure that she had anything. Cinderella watched in shock as the scene disappeared and a she was standing on the porch of a pretty house.
“Oh good, I was starting to worry.” Sir Wes opened the door before she even knocked. “Now quiet, the missus doesn’t know yet.” Sir Wes led Cinderella around to the side of the house, which held a small stable.
Crème was put in the stall, and Sir Wes used a cleaning spell on his fur. Cinderella gasped in delight. She then followed him into his house, where there was a bed on the floor for Isis.
“Wes, is that you?” Lady Carrie came into the kitchen to see her husband and the Trimmer’s little maid.
“My dear, I have a little surprise for you.” Wes walked over to her and put his arm around her shoulder. “We have a new addition to our little family.”
“Really?” Lady Carrie turned to him. She then kissed Sir Wes passion before turning to Cinderella. “Oh my dear.”
Cinderella looked down, as the well to do woman looked her over closely rubbing her shoulder. She was painfully aware of her rags and one shoe foot.
“Let’s go get cleaned up, shall we?” Lady Carrie threw her arms around Cinderella and led her upstairs. Life is really looking up.