There was chaos. People ran for the doors, a tide of screaming fear as they forced through the oak doors out of the castle. Cinderella was taken with the current.

The clock struck Midnight as she was swept out into the courtyard.

My other sister and I watched from the staircase as the guards took our mother away.

Sadly, we made our way to the exit among the others.

Something glinted on the floor.

Cinderella's glass slipper.

We barged through the crowds to retrieve the shoe. We couldn't leave anything behind that might lead him to Cinderella.

But the Prince got there first.

He picked it up – his face red and sweaty.

"I want that girl," we heard him say to his guard. "Find the girl whose foot fits this shoe. Search the entire kingdom if you have to. I want her. She will be mine."