Glass slippers sparkled on Cinderella’s feet.
“They’re beautiful! Perfect! Thank you!”
“Hurry along, now,” urged Fairy Godmother.
“Shouldn’t be late for the ball!”
Cinderella stepped towards the pumpkin carriage. The right slipper’s fragile heel snapped under her weight. In fact, the entire shoe cracked.
Cinderella’s foot shifted backward, slicing against broken glass. The girl fell, writhing in pain.
Her severed Achilles tendon sprayed blood.
Panicked, Fairy Godmother struggled to mend the wound with stitching spells.
Cinderella didn’t dance with the Prince that night—or ever, for that matter.
She became an old maid, hobbling to the end of her days.
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