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deal is,” Jonah says to me. “Why shouldn’t she know her future?” He grins at Cinderella. “You were at the ball, right? You danced with the prince and he thinks you’re the prettiest girl around. You’re going to get married.”
    “But — but I don’t understand!” she sputters. “How would he find me? He’ll never recognize me! Even my own stepmother and stepsisters didn’t recognize me!”
    I sigh. Since the cat is out of the bag, I guess there’s no reason to keep it all a secret. “You dropped your shoe, right? He picked it up. Tomorrow he’s going to make an announcement that he’s going to marry the person who fits the shoe. He sends his assistant to make every girl in the kingdom try it on. It only fits you.”
    A slow smile spreads across Cinderella’s face. “Seriously?”
    “Seriously,” I say. “You’re going to be a princess — and then you’ll get married and be his queen. Well, at first you’ll just be a princess, but eventually you’ll get to be queen once his dad …you know.” No need to be morbid. “Anyway, my point is that even if your stepmother is ticked off at you for a few days, it won’t matter in the long run.”
    “Squee!” Cinderella squeals. “That is absolutely the best news ever. I can’t believe the prince picked up my slipper!”
    “It was lucky,” I say. It probably would have been luckier if the prince had caught up with her, but who am I to judge?
    One day I’ll be a judge. But not yet.
    “It’s also lucky that it only fits you,” Jonah says.
    “They’re perfectly molded to my feet.” She lifts the remaining shoe so that it’s eye level. “See?”
    And there it is. Right in front of me. The infamous glass slipper. “Can I hold it?” I ask breathlessly.
    “Sure,” she says, and passes it to me.
    Whoa. It’s heavier than I thought. And it’s really made of glass. Completely see-through. It feels like I’m holding one of my parents’ for-company-only wineglasses. But it’s a shoe. A really high-heeled shoe. I’m not sure how she even walked in them. And they’re tiny, too. For an adult. Or an almost-adult, anyway — I’m guessing she’s about sixteen. The weird thing about the shoe? There are toe marks where the toes go. This shoe was perfectly molded to fit Cinderella’s foot. I guess that makes sensefor the story — if they were just a size five, then other girls with size-five feet could fit in them, too.
    I hand it back. I really don’t want to drop it by accident.
    “Why didn’t the glass slipper disappear like the rest of the stuff?” Jonah asks.
    “My fairy godmother changed the dress and coach and horses from something else,” Cinderella explains. “But she gave me the shoes as a gift. The slippers are made just for me, you know.”
    “High heels,” I say.
    “What?”
    I wave my hand. Never mind.
    “Anyway, how do you know what’s going to happen to me?” Cinderella asks. “Are you some type of fairy?”
    “No,” Jonah says. “But we’re in a fairy tale.”
    She scrunches her nose. “Does that mean a fairy told you what happens to me?”
    “Well … kind of,” I say. A fairy tale told us what happened. Close enough. “Can we come in? We don’t have much time. We need to get moving before your family gets home.”
    “All right,” Cinderella says, and unlocks the door.
    We step into a fancy foyer. Not as fancy as the palace, but still fancy. The tiles on the floor are checkerboard, black andwhite. There’s a big couch, a love seat, chairs, a fireplace, and a wood grandfather clock up against the wall.
    There’s a lit chandelier above us, and a big rectangular mirror right by the entranceway.
    “Let’s try it,” I say. “Cinderella, stand back. We definitely can’t take you home with us. That would mess up your life for sure.”
    Jonah knocks. Once. Twice. Thrice! Nothing.
    Boo. “How many other mirrors do you have in the house?”
    “My stepmother has one in her room, and my stepsisters have