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Alec
It’s the night of my Glass Slipper Ball. Yay.
The L Center is packed with Cinderellas in their blue gowns. Even more wait outside, trying to get in. Simply put, Diamond is freaking out. The line of glass carriages is blocking half the traffic in Manhattan. The police are not happy.
Claiming I need to check things out back stage, I slip up to the rafters. Sure enough, Gerry sits on a catwalk. Instead of guarding the construction site, Gerry now makes sure the right Cinderella walks down the circular staircase at the proper time. He’s even got a laptop for coordinating stuff with the control room.
As I approach, Gerry’s wrinkled face creases into a smile. “Alec!”
“Hey, Gerry.” I nod toward the laptop. “How’s it going with that thing?”
“I’m an old dog, but I think I’ve learned
