A different ending for Cinderella

 The prince stood in front of the door. This was his very last chance of finding the girl that had stolen his heart, and he felt hopeless. He allowed himself a moment to look at the box that rested on his hands. Inside of it sat a beautiful cristal shoe - the one that the mysterious girl had left behind that night. He had been looking for her for weeks. Knocking on doors non-stop to see if she was there. It had been chaotic: women from even the smallest villages came to town to see if the shoe fit. That had been the only condition - the girl whose foot fit in the shoe would marry the prince. Of course the word had spread quite quickly. The prince returned from his thoughts to reality. With his heart on his mouth, he leaned forward and knocked. In a matter of seconds, the door opened, showing an old woman that looked back at him with a smile on her face.

"Your majesty, "she said, "we were waiting for you. It is an honor to have you here, please do come in."

"Thank you, madam". The prince followed her inside the house. 

"My daughters, Anastasia and Drizella, are in the living room. You are going to love them, they are most exquisite girls."

When he entered the room, both girls stood, bowing and smiling sweetly as they did. The first sister was tall and thin, and had curly, red hair. The second girl was smaller than the first one. She had her hair braided into a crown that surrounded her head. She seemed uncomfortable, though, and didn't move her gaze from the floor. To the prince's surprise, in the middle of the room sat an identical shoe to the one that rested in the box on his hands. He couldn't believe his eyes. Was it possible that he had finally found the mysterious girl? He stared at the sisters more closely, but there was something off... They didn't really look like the girl he had met that night. He scanned the room for a third girl, but found nobody.

"Well, where is the shoe?", asked the tallest sister. She sounded impatient and demanding, nothing like the girl he had met at the ball.

The prince opened the box and handed her the shoe. It all happened very quickly. She tried on the shoe and let out a happy squeal. It fit! The prince couldn't believe it. It wasn't her who he was looking for. It couldn't be her. 

"I guess we should start planning a wedding, then?", the old woman said. 

And the prince knew that he had no other chance, because at the end of the day, a promise was a promise.

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Cinderella could hear the voices in the lower floor. She knew what was going on, as she knew that there was nothing she could do about it. The news that the prince was looking for the girl he had met at the ball had arrived the day before. It hadn't taken long for her step-mother to realise that Cinderella was acting weirdly, dreamy. If only she had held her emotions for a little bit longer... she wouldn't be in this situation right now. That day her fairy godmother had visited Cinderella, to take her to the prince. However, the sisters had been spying on her. The moment that the fairy appeared, Anastasia had kidnapped her! She wanted to use her to get the prince. Cinderella had cried and pleaded for her stepsister to let her go, but instead she had been locked in her room, and wouldn't be able to get out until after the wedding. There was no hope for Cinderella anymore.

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