““Where are you going?” “Back to the market.” “You’re just going to leave me?” “Now that I feel better, I have things to do.” Friedrich muttered about headstrong females as he squinted up at the sun. “Friedrich.” “What?” he grumbled. “Thank you,” Cinderella said. She smiled, a gesture that transformed her already pretty features into a vision of gentleness and beauty. “Thank you for coming, and thank you for cheering me up.” Friedrich nodded dumbly. “Until tomorrow,” she said. He shook himself out of his momentary stupor. “Until tomorrow, my love!” he called. “Don’t push your luck.” “If I didn’t, I’d be ashamed of myself,” Friedrich shouted as Cinderella left the gardens, a smile on her face and a spring in her steps. ””
