“Good evening miss,â€? said a tall, lean man to the maid that had answered the door. “I’ve come on the account of the prince to see if there are any ladies in the house that might fit this shoe.â€?

The maid escorted him to the sitting room, then ran upstairs to find Olivia and Elizabeth. Both girls rushed down the stairs with Stepmother following close behind. Meanwhile, Cinderella could only watch anxiously from the stairs. Olivia sat down and fluffed her dress, smiling and batting her lashes. The man kneeled and attempted to put the shoe on her foot but immediately found that it wouldn’t even fit over her stubby toes.

“Please, it’s mine! It must have shrunk!â€? she shrieked and grabbed at the fragile slipper, almost causing it to fall.

“Olivia! Stop now!â€? snapped Stepmother. Olivia stomped across the room where she stood simmering. Elizabeth sat down on the couch and offered her pale foot. The man gently slid the shoe over her toes and her heel sunk into place. There was no question, the fit was perfect.