Singing Softly

The next morning Cinderella started her chores. Stepmother barked orders at her. But it didn’t bother Cinderella today.

“ Last night was lovely, ” she thought. “ I wish every night was that wonderful. ”

Cinderella hummed as she swept the floor. “ Quiet down! ” Stepmother snapped. “ You’re giving me a headache! ”

“ Yes, Stepmother, ” Cinderella said. Cinderella worked quietly. But in her head, she was still singing.

“ Grr . . . ” Stepmother stomped around the room. “ Why did that princess appear at the ball last night?” “ She ruined everything, ” Trudy said. “ The prince never noticed me. ”

“ The prince didn’t notice me either, ” Gert said. “ I must wear more jewels tonight. ” Stepmother frowned. “ Tonight you both must look your best! ”