I Danced With You Once

Now it happened that the king proclaimed a festival that was to last three days.

Cinderella wept, because she too would have liked to go to the dance with them. She begged her stepmother to allow her to go.

"No, Cinderella. You have no clothes, and you don't know how to dance. Everyone would only laugh at you. We would be ashamed of you."

When she ran down the stairs, her left slipper stuck in the pitch. The prince picked it up. It was small and dainty, and of pure gold.

When she stood up the prince looked into her face, and he recognized the beautiful girl who had danced with him. He cried out, "She is my true bride."

Or, in which Cinderella gets a different kind of ending, perhaps one more happy than the first