If the Shoe Fits (Whatever After #2) Read Online Free PDF

two. That’s it. But why do you need to use a mirror to get home? Where do you live? I don’t understand.”
    “Neither do we,” I say. “But that’s the way the magic works. Why do we need a mirror to get home? Why did you have to leave the ball by midnight?”
    “Magic is weird,” she says. “Let’s go.”
    On the second floor, there are two rooms and another staircase.
    “Where’s your room?” I ask Cinderella.
    She points up. “The attic. Let’s start in my stepmother’s room.” She throws the door open and motions to the large mirror by her bed.
    I knock. Once. Twice. Thrice!
    Nothing.
    “Argh!” I say.
    There’s a noise outside. It’s a carriage.
    “Look who it is,” Cinderella says with a smirk. “My stepmother and stepsisters returning from the ball. Wait until I tell them what you told me.”
    My mouth goes dry. “No, no, no. You can’t say anything to them!”
    “Why not? You said it’s going to happen! Were you not telling me the truth?”
    “I was telling you the truth, but who knows what will happen if you say something? What if they try to stop it? What if they mess something up? You have to keep it a secret! Promise me you’ll keep it a secret!”
    “Okay, okay,” she grumbles. “If you think I have to.”
    “ We have to hurry,” Jonah says. “We don’t want them to see us, right?”
    “Let’s go. To the stepsisters’ room! One of those mirrors had better work.”
    “Abby, what if they don’t? How will we get home?”
    “I don’t know!”
    Last chance. Here we go.

I can see in the moonlight that the room is all pink. Two pink beds, two pink carpets, two pink desks, two pink wardrobes, and two pink pillows — one embroidered with the name Kayla , the other with the name Beatrice .
    But best of all: two full-sized pink-framed mirrors.
    I have a good feeling about these mirrors, I really do.
    Jonah runs straight to Kayla’s mirror. “Maybe they both work. We each get our own portal, how cool is that?”
    “Do you really think I’d let you walk into a mirror by yourself?” I say. “What if you actually end up on Mars or something? Not happening. Let’s just choose one and go for it.”
    Cinderella is looking out the window. “Hurry! They’re getting out of the coach! They won’t like this one bit! Last month they caught me napping in here and they locked me in their closet for two hours!”
    I shiver. They sound awful. I take Jonah’s hand and knock. “One … two …”
    And now for the final knock …
    “Three!”
    Nothing.
    “Cinderella, are you awake?” cries a voice from downstairs. “Where are you? Make us some tea!”
    Oh, no! They’re home!
    And we’re still here.
    I hear the clomp-clomp-clomp ing of their walking around downstairs.
    “I have to go,” Cinderella whispers urgently, and turns to leave the room. “You guys have to get out of here!”
    “We will,” I say with more optimism than I feel. “There’s still another mirror.”
    “Bye, Cinderella!” Jonah says.
    “It was nice to meet you,” I add.
    I grab Jonah’s hand. “This mirror is going to work. It has to. Ready? One … two …”
    And now for another final knock …
    “Three!”
    Still nothing.
    This is NOT good. Not good at all.
    I hear more clomping. Clomp-clomp-clomp coming up the stairs.
    The sisters are going to walk into their room any moment. We need to do something.
    We need to hide.
    I signal to Jonah for him to slide under the bed. It looks like I’m waving at him.
    “Huh?” he says.
    “Shh! And don’t say huh. Say excuse me.”
    “Excuse me, what are you doing with your hand?”
    Clomp-clomp-clomp.
    “I’m trying to motion you to — Oh, forget it! Just slide under the bed!”
    He nods and does it. Finally. I slide under Kayla’s bed. The bed skirt reaches the floor, so unless they look for us, they won’t catch us. Ouch! I just scraped the top of my arm.
    What if they see us? What will we say? What will happen to us? Will they call the fairy tale