And so, on that very morning, Will set out on his search to find the girl who owned the glass slipper and would become his future bride. Dressed in his best travel clothes and accompanied by Ken, he sat in his carriage as it took him away from the palace.

"So I am to try this slipper on the foot of every young woman in the kingdom?" Ken asked.

"That's right," said Will, "until we find the girl who fits it. She's out there somewhere, I know it!"

From the northern mountains to the southern lakes, and from the eastern forests to the western valleys and every town, village and city in between in the entire kingdom, the prince searched. Far and wide, young girls and women tried on the delicate glass slipper, but they were not the girl Will was looking for. Their feet were either too small, too big, too wide or too narrow.

The hours turned into days, and the days turned into weeks. Ken must have tried the slipper on thousands of young women and girls, and with each failure and passing day, the hope on Will's face started to disappear. Would he ever find the girl that he fell in love with the night of the ball?

"Do not despair, Your Highness," Ken said, "as you said, she is out there somewhere. We must press on and keep trying."

After what seemed like several weeks, the royal carriage arrived outside of the cottage that was the home of Emma and her stepfamily. The two men walked up the path and Will knocked on the door. It was Sue who answered it, and immediately sunk into a curtsy.

"Why, Your Highness," she said, "what a pleasant surprise to see you here!"

"Good day, Madam," said Will. "I am here on a matter of a glass slipper that I found the night of the ball. I am to try it on the foot of every young woman in the kingdom, and this household is the final stop before I return to the palace. Are there any eligible young ladies in your home at this moment?"

"Why yes," Sue replied, "my daughters. Terri, Kendra – get down here this instant!" There were footsteps as the two sisters ran down the stairs and curtsied to the prince.

"May I come in?" Will asked kindly.

"Of course," Sue said, and he and Ken entered the sitting room where Terri and Kendra were both sitting on the antique sofa together.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Emma was packing a couple of travel bags in haste. She was going to run away as far from her stepmother and stepsisters as she could so she would never be hurt and abused by them any longer.

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"That's my slipper," said Terri, "I recognize it anywhere!" Ken couldn't even get it on Terri's foot because it was so big.

"No, it's my slipper. Shove over, Terri!" said Kendra. Her foot was far too wide. Ken looked at Will with an exasperated look, these two girls were very strange!

"Are there any other young women in the household?" Will asked.

"How about me, handsome?" said Sue coyly, and she kicked off her own shoe. She grabbed the slipper from Ken's hands and jammed it on her foot.

"It's impossible," Will said quietly as Sue's foot squeezed into the slipper, it was too tight.

"Don't try too hard, Mother," said Kendra.

"You think this is hard?" said Sue. "Try getting your circulation cut off by a piece of window, that's hard! Now get this thing off my foot!" Ken pulled on the slipper and managed to yank it off of Sue's foot. She breathed hard.

"Now, are you sure there are no other young ladies in the house?" asked Ken. Not knowing that Emma was still in the kitchen, Sue, Terri and Kendra scurried over to the kitchen door and blocked it from the prince's sight.

"Where does that door lead?" inquired Will.

"Nowhere, it's just the kitchen," said Sue. "There's nothing there, really."

"I'd like to see for myself," the prince replied.

"You don't really want to, there's nothing to see," Kendra said nervously.

"I insist that you move aside so I can see for myself," Will said tensely, and Sue, Terri and Kendra moved aside. He opened the door to the kitchen and stepped inside – it was empty except for the fire crackling in the fireplace in the corner. As he continued to look around, he heard the sounds of a horse and a girl crying. He ran over to see what the fuss was about.

A carriage had gotten in the way of Emma, her travel bags scattered on the ground.