“Your Highness,” Cinderella began. “I am no princess. I have no carriage. I have no gown. No parents, and no dowry.” She glanced down at the sparkling shoe in his hands. “I do not even know if that beautiful slipper will fit.” She paused, collecting her thoughts. “But if it does, will you take me as I am? An honest country girl who loves you?” Kit’s face broke into a broad smile at the words. He seemed to be relieved by her declaration. “I will.” He knelt in front of her, holding the slipper up. “Please,” he said softly. Cinderella sat herself down on the couch. It was just like the moment at
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