“Scooping up the dress, I slip it over my head, and as it cascades to the floor. I suck my stomach for all I'm worth. Forget staying in with a good book. This Cinderella is going to the ball.” — Alexandra Potter Copy Share Image
“The book—” Cinderella started. “Is waiting for you on my desk. I’ll be along in a minute, although I shall miss you every second we are apart,” he said, clasping her hands. “I would have thought you wouldn’t act so… — K.M. Shea Copy Share Image
