What Really Happened

Once upon a time, Cinderella trailed a delicate finger along the smooth edge of a glass slipper. It gleamed in the kitchen firelight, marred only by the smudge of ash her touch had left behind. The Prince's face was reflected on its surface, a shining miniaturization of his achingly perfect smile. Ella looked up into his brilliant eyes as anticipation fluttered around her insides. She placed a trembling hand on his cheek, lips parting in anticipation of the single word that would set her free. 

"Will you marry me?" 

A smile overtook her face when the words departed from his lips, and Ella replied... "Nope!"

She picked up the slipper off the cushion and stood, patting the bewildered prince on his beautiful head. She left through the kitchen door, not even looking back to see the prince, still kneeling, slack-jawed as he watched his hopes and dreams skip down the street, hock the shoes, and live happily ever after.

The End

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