Chapter 39
- "Almost midnight, Cinderella. Your coach is about to turn back into a pumpkin, so you need to hit the hay before the bell tolls," I told her.
- "I hoofed it to the ball tonight," she said sleepily, yawning and stretching. "However, I have an early morning, so bed sounds perfect."
- She stood on her toes and gave me a quick peck on the cheek before shuffling off.