I was sitting at the top of the stairs, hugging my knees and trying my best to stay quiet as i held my breath and waited for the moment to pass. It was my shoe, there was not anyone who it would fit as perfectly as it would fit me. I tried my best to reassure myself, but it was difficult as i watched. My stepsisters always got what they wanted, and i found it quite difficult to believe that this time would be any different.

I'm sure you can imagine my feelings when the shoe didn't fit my first stepsister's gargantuan foot. It wasn't surprising, really, she had never been the favorite. Higher than me in the ridiculous hierarchy that was my inherited family, but still not the top of the chain. The prince smiled at her as he reclaimed the glass shoe and moved to my second stepsister. She smiled with eyes sparkling green and evil as the prince caressed her with his kind gaze.

he slipped the shoe onto her foot, and after some wiggling it was apparent that the shoe....fit. I blinked a few times to make sure i was seeing correctly, and each time i opened my eyes the scene became more and more hopeless. My stepsister jumped out of her seat, she hugged the prince, she hugged my stepmother, she smiled wider than i've ever seen, she glared at me.