Katrina's POV
There was a knock on the door and, from the information my sources inside the castle had given me, I knew it just had to be Prince Charming looking for the owner of the glass slipper that had fallen off the girl he was dancing his pretty little feet off with last night.
Was that girl me? No.
Do I wish it was me? Totally.
Am I going to lie to Prince? As if my life depended on it.
I raced down the stairs after a quick look in the mirror. I looked fabulous, as always. The prince would obviously be impressed, and there's something I've never told anyone; I can make my feet bigger and smaller. Don't you wish you could do that? I know. Be jealous. So this was my time to shine. I was going to make it happen. As long as I got to try on the shoe before Cinderella did. Yeah, that's right. I know all about her little plan to win the prince over with her stupid little magical dress and her unmanicured hands. I knew that she was behind that horrible mask the woman that the Prince was dancing with was holding the night before.
Half way down the steps I could hear Andrea rushing down behind me. I slid into the kitchen and towards the door quickly. I turned the corner, and there he was, the most handsome man of all the land, Prince Charming. I gave the sweetest smile as he turned to look at me, and I realized he was holding Mother. Oh dear, she must have fainted from shock. How embarrassing.
"Oh! Prince Charming," I dipped into a perfect curtsy, "what brings you here?" I finished innocently.
"My fair maiden, I am here to have every female in the household try on this beautiful glass slipper that I found on the castle steps last night after my intriguing dance partner left me so abruptly."
"Lovely. Well, it's just my mother, sister, and I. No father. No help. So how about I try it on fir-" I was cut off by my wonderful sister Andrea ramming into me and knocking me forward into the prince's arms. I can hear the wedding bells already! Clearing my throat I started again.
"How about I try it on first?" The prince smiled hesitantly and agreed.
I grabbed him by his forearm, led him to the front room and sat down on the dusty old couch. Sticking my foot out for him to put the shoe on, I made my foot the same size as Cinderella's unusually small one. Just as I knew it would, the slipper fit. Voila!