Cinderyella gasped and hurried out of the ballroom. Bobby brushed eager maidens out of his way and followed her. She was running now, up the stairs, down the main hall, and out the front door of the castle.

”Young lady!” he called, but she was gone. Something sparkled in the light from the hall. He bounded down the stairs and picked it up. It was a tiny silver shoe, set with yellow stones. He hugged it to his chest and bit his lip, thinking.