When Cinderella arrived at the ball, she recognized the prince, but understood that it would be worthless if he did not recognize her. He did recognize her and they danced the entire night. Not only did the prince recognize her, but so did the stepmother. She ordered Cinderella home. While on her way out of the door, her stepmother attacked her. She ripped her dress into shreds while the palace guards tried to restrain her. She grabbed for locks of Cinderella’s hair and then she pushed her into a rose bush of thorns. The attack was so vicious that God rescued Cinderella by translating her back to her home in the safety of her kitchen. The only thing left in the attack was a few patches of her dress, strands of hair ripped from her head and one glass slipper cracked at the heel. The Prince was livid and followed the wicked stepmother back to her home to chastise her. When he arrived, the wicked stepmother barred the door with her body. The prince did not want to hit a woman so he sat in his carriage, hoping to wear the old woman out. The prince tried again to gain entry under the auspices of returning the slipper. It would not be gentlemanly to do so. The wicked stepmother took the slipper and threw it into the rose bushes, but it reflected from the stone in the cottage. The shards of glass exploded with one small sliver slicing her skin and piercing her heart. Her wicked heart failed for it had been evil a very long time. When she lay still and cold, the prince entered the cottage and rescued the young maiden. They were married and the scene was exactly like the one they had dreamed of. Ironically, her life resembled the life she led before her father passed away. She had someone to watch over her and take care of her. All she had to do all day long, was run barefoot through the tulips.
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