As Cinderella darted to her glittering white carriage which would soon turn into a pumpkin, a billion things going through her head in mad dash down the steps she lost her slipper. She heard a voice behind her which she paid no notice. "Miss! You lost your slipper!" yelled a feminine voice. Cinderella was already gone. The voice belonged to the gorgeous janitor name Brittany. No, not a maid, a janitor. Maids were expected to wear uniforms that were itchy and annoying. As a janitor she got a lot more freedom in what she wore. She leaned down and carefully picked up the glass, size 4 shoe and looked over it. She turned it over in her hands, puzzled by the shoe. "Who would wear a glass slipper?" she thought aloud. As far as functionality goes no heels worked very well. But glass? That just seemed dangerous. The funny thing was is that like everyone else she had seen that girl dancing with the prince beforehand. And now she watched as the same girl race away as fast as she could. One had to admire her agility in her get up. She sighed and stuck the slipper in her pocket and continued to sweep the castle floor. Right then the prince rushed past her, running through She had a lot more work to do before she could ponder the shoe any longer. As she swept the floor she heard the prince. A somewhat stuck up and mostly one dimensional young handsome man. He was talking to the king. The prince was tall and had a clean shave. Everything fit perfectly on him, fitted and refitted to fit him like a glove. The king was shorter and had a white mustache. His clothing also fitted his plump figure.
"My love! She is gone!" said the prince distraught. Brittany let her thick light brunette hair hide her eyes as she rolled them. She continued to sweep, her slip-on shoes making a smacking sound on the marble floor. The king glanced over at the janitor.
"Maid! Why aren't you in uniform?"
"I am in uniform your majesty," Brittany said for the umpteenth time since she came to work at the palace. She looked over at the king.
"Oh Bethany. Of course."
"Brittany, your majesty…"
"That is what I said. Brittany."
"I am afraid I misheard." She replied, knowing full well that she did not mishear a thing but that there was no point in arguing.
"It is fine." said the king dismissively.
"Do you not even care father?!" The prince practically shrieked making Brittany force herself not to flinch.
"I do!" Said the king hurriedly.
"She was stunning father! She had a glittering blue gown and a perfect hair and face and small glass slippers that fit her feet perfectly" he exclaimed.
Brittany's eyebrows arched. "Did you say glass slippers?" she said reflexively, forgetting her place for a moment which earned her a glare from the king. "Get back to work Bethany!" he snapped. She flinches and hurries off to finish up her work.
Later that morning, finally done with all that needs to be done and allowed to go to her chambers. She didn't sleep at all the night of the ball and she watched as the sun made its way up into the sky, covering there earth in it's warmth. As the janitor sat on her bed she take out the shoe once again to look it over. She had to admit it was very beautiful. She would never wear something like it herself but she couldn't help but marvel in its beauty.