Prince Charming had a whole wardrobe full of fabulous ball gowns, but his father, the King, insisted on him wearing the masculine cut of a suit—black pants, black tie, black shoes…Boring, boring, boring thought the Prince. He would have preferred a warm chiffon graced with a diamond tiara. His father preferred that he give the tiara to an eligible young lady. No one of any class accepted the invitation to the Prince’s ball. The Wicked Stepmother came with the two Ugly Stepsisters and the Prince thought he would be bored all evening, for none of the town’s bachelors were on the list. Then in walked this little thing, surely dressed by a fairy godmother, right down to the delicious glass slippers. She was everything Prince Charming wanted—same waist size, shoulders, and inseam. She was his exact match in every way, and he loved her instantly, more for her attire than anything. “I must have your dress,” the Prince whispered as they were dancing, but Cinderella escaped his grasp and fled from his unwanted advances on her clothes. In her haste, however, she left behind one of her shoes. The Prince took the glass slipper and put it on his own […]
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