For the first time since that fateful night, Ella and the Prince stood face to face with no one to overhear or interrupt. He looked away, his cheeks red as if baked by the hot fury in her eyes. “I distinctly remember leaving with both my shoes,” she said.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “My father insists I marry, and you… I asked my fairy godmother to find me a woman who could be both friend and lover, yet not sicken me with romantic affection. She gave me the glass slipper.”
The tension eased from Ella. “Maybe there’s hope for us.”