““I know what I should do.” “Oh?” “Yes. I should run away to Loire. I could…join a traveling show or something.” “I imagine folks would pay to see a noble who feeds pigs, massacres baskets, and runs a market stand,” Marie said. “I could learn how to ride a trick horse,” Cinderella said. “Of course.” “It would be a fine income,” Cinderella insisted. “Absolutely,” Marie said. The two girls stared at each other for a moment before erupting into laughter. “Y-you””
