“There was a beautiful young girl who married for love. She had two loving daughters. All was well. But then her husband, the light of her life, died.” Cinderella’s stepmother leaned forward, her face half cast in shadow. “The next time she married for the sake of her children. But this man, too, was taken from her.” She smiled. “And I was doomed to look every day upon his beloved child.” Cinderella shifted, keeping her eyes on her stepmother. “I had hoped to marry off one of my beautiful, stupid daughters to the prince,” Lady Tremaine continued. “But his head was turned by a girl with glass
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