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Elle
Seconds later, I step out the broken front door of Cynder Mercantile. Sure enough, Gustav and five of his buddies wait on the sidewalk. As tourists pause before the house, Gustav and company skitter off to hide under a Starbucks bag. Killer prances around the paper. Clearly, she’s protecting her guy.
I understand how she feels.
Soon, a small group of humans surrounds me. A few pull out cell phones. One little girl pulls on her Mom’s hand. “Oh, here’s another Cinderella!”
Another Cinderella?
My eyes widen as I realize the truth. Of course. There will be tons of girls going to the Glass Slipper Ball… or dressing up to celebrate.
I kneel down before the girl. “What’s your name?”
“Hannah. Are you really Cinderella?”
“Call me Elle. What did you see with the other Cinderellas?”
