“Why? Why are you so cruel? I don’t understand it. I have tried to be kind.” “You—kind to me?” Lady Tremaine repeated, aghast. “Yes!” Cinderella replied emphatically. She could not stop now. Enough was enough. “Though you do not deserve it. And though no one deserves to be treated as you have treated me.” And then she repeated the question she’d wondered for a very long time. “Why do you do it? Why?” Lady Tremaine looked as though she’d been deflated. She squinted, seeming to search for words. “Why? Why? Because you are young, and innocent, and good, and I...I am not.”
