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I am his mysterious princess . ” Hope filled her.
    “ I know you are, ma chére .”
    “So, all will be well ? ” Relief assailed her , and Cinderella bestowed Fairy Godmother with her brightest smile .  But it faded just as quickly as Fairy Godmother appeared to have not heard or seen her.
    With continued reasoning, or what Cinderella could only assume as reason , Fairy Godmother pressed on .  “Honestly, I can certainly understand the queen’s disconcertment .  What had he hoped to expect when he took that slipper to try on every maiden in the k ingdom , hmm ?” The premonition that stole ov er Cinderella did not bode well .
    Fairy Godmother’s exasperation surprised Cinderella into silence leaving her suddenly bereft o f coherent words .  Fear mingled with something she could not define .  And, though Fairy Godmother proceeded in her bizarre ramblings , she seemed to be speaking more to herself . 
    “Did he truthfully believe only one person in all the land should wear a shoe that size? ” Irritation colored Fairy Godmother’s features, her impatience now reigning full force .  “How the human race has survived as long as it had with such lack witted intelligence in charge is quite beyond m y comprehension .”
    Cinderella’s mouth gaped open .  She was too stunned to speak.
    Fairy Godmother pinned her with a sharp gaze .  “The queen would like my, um, cooperation,” she said.
    “I…I beg your…your pardon? ” Fear had her words choking out on a whisper.
    “As much as it pains me to put you through this, dear, I do believe the larger picture takes precedence.” Fairy Godmother stood then, and a certain panic soared through Cinderella .  “I’ve agreed to help her out. ” She lifted Cinderella’s face by the chin, nodded sharply once, then dissipated along with her chair, leaving the black kettle in its wake. Dust and all .  The stick clattered to the floor once more in her hasty departure .  It rolled to a complete stop at Cinderella’s feet .  She stared at it in a stunned silence, but only for the beat of a second.
    “Fairy Godmother, arrêter .  Wait . Don’t go,” Cinderella called out, any pretense of control deserting her .  T o her immense relief sparkles filled the air as Fairy Godmother reappeared .  "Oh, thank goodness, Fairy Godmother, you ’ve c o me back."
    Only a quick smile, before she snatched up her silver baton .  "This thing ! 'Tis nothing but a nuisance , I vow ," she muttered and melted away once more.
    “But… but ” Cinderella’s voice trailed in stunned disbelief .  She longed to scream out her frustration .  In her heart she knew Fairy Godmother would not be returning .  Tears filled her eyes as she cast a forlorn gaze about the room .  Free of shimmers, glitters , or any other sign of her graceful presence .  Helpless despair settled over her as she scanned the room for any obvious evidence .  Marcel sat perched in the corner .  She could be thankful that at he’d been spared.
    Cinderella sniffed back her tears and mustered up a weak smile at his encouraging peep and wondered what was to become of her now .
     
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    Almost forgetting the matron of the little group, Prince spun round .  He clicked his heels together and bowed over the swollen appendage of his future mother-in-law’s hand in a grand gesture that only a charming prince could maneuver .  A t the very least he knew his strengths.
    “Please make ready by the end of a fortnight, Madám .  A carriage shall be conveyed to transport your family at that time.”
    When she inclined her head in acquiescence , he kissed the air above his newly betrothed’s hand , slightly in awe of the breeze that touched his brow . “Until later, my lady.”
    Odd, how those eyes flurried in anticipation, or could it be apprehension ? Is this what his life was to become ? Married to a…a woman who…he had to pull himself together .  There had to be a way round this development .  No