A/N Own nothing.

LAST CHAPTER. THEN EPILOGUE! DON'T CRY!



Alanna: *running home**slows down**realizes that she has lost one of her slippers* Oh well. *pockets the other slipper*

~^~NEXT DAY~^~

George: Delia! Thom! Wake up! The Duke will be here any minutes! With the Prince!

Thom: The Prince? Good Goddess! *runs and grabs clothes* *changes*

Delia: Alannaella! Get up here! *runs, grabs clothes, changes*

Alanna: What? *carrying breakfast trays*

George: Start cleaning, Alanna! The Prince and the Duke are coming!

Alanna: *drops tray* *dreamily* The Prince? Oh, well, I must get dressed. It wouldn't do for me to be dressed in these rags. *walks away in dreamland* *talking to herself*

George: ..................................What's my line again?

Writer: you're supposed to realise that Alanna was at the ball, so then you lock her up so the Prince can't get her for his bride and takes one of your daughters instead.

George: *grins evilly* All right. Your a great writer, Writer.

Writer: *blushing* Thank you, George. I must say that you were one of my best ideas for this fic. Maybe we could----

Assistant: Can we get on with it?

Writer: Of course. Continue.

George: *sneakily* *climbs up stairs after Alanna*

Alanna: *walks into tower bedroom*

George: *locks Alanna in room* *quietly* Muahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahaha!!!!

^*^LATER^*^

*Ding Dong*

Delia, Thom: They're here! *Run to the door and try to look gorgeous (a/n notice i put "try")*

George: Children, please try to make Mommy proud.

Delia, Thom: We will.

George: Good. *opens door* Hello, Highness, Your Grace. *nods to Duke Myles*

*Duke Myles and Prince Jonathan walk in*

George: These are my lovely daughters. *Thom & Delia curtsy*

Delia: My name is Delia of Trebond.

Thom: My name is Thom of Trebond.

Delia: Wait a second. Mommy! *rusn to Myles and hugs*

Thom: You're right! Mama! *jumps on Myles*

Myles: Well, kids, I'm not your *cringes* mother anymore. George is. Which reminds me. Hey, Writer!

Writer: *annoyed* What?

Myles: Your hurricane didn't kill me! I'm back! And a duke!

Writer: *sulks*

Jon: Can we just get on with the fitting?

George: Of course. Delia, you first.

Delia: *sits on couch*

Myles: *walks up, slipper in hand*

Delia: *removes shoe and lifts foot to Myles*

Myles: *takes foot and places slipper on it (need we mention her foot size is a 12 in women's and the slipper is a 5 in women's)*

Delia: It has to fit! *starts crying* It just has to! *sobs*

Jon: *mumbles* Good.

George: Thom, your turn.

Thom: *sits on couch* *takes off shoe and lifts foot to Myles*

Myles: *plugs nose* *puts slipper on Thom's foot*

Thom: *excited* It fits! Its fits!

Myles: Great Goddess, it does.

Jon: No, no, no, no, no. This can't be happening.

George: *wipes tear from eye* Thom, I always knew you could do it.

Thom: Ow! It's too tight! *uses Gift to loosen slipper* *slipper breaks* Uh oh.

Myles: You broke the slipper!

Jon: *brightens* Well, then, there's no proof that the slipper ever fit him. Whew!

Alanna: *runs in* *bruises all over her body* *twigs in her hair*

Jon: Alanna?

Alanna: Jon?

Jon: Alanna?

Alanna: Jon?

George: Huh?

Thom: Wha?

Delia: Heh?

Myles: Whoa?

Jon: *runs up to Alanna* Alanna, is it really you?

Alanna: *smacks Jon's head* Of course it's me, you dolt!

Jon: Ow! That hurt!

Myles, George, Delia, & Thom: Ooooooookaaaaaaay.

Jon: If you had only been here earlier. You could have tried on the slipper and then been my bride.

Alanna: But, Jon, I don't want to be Queen. I want to be a knight!

*pause* *confused look*

Alanna: Oops. Sorry, wrong story. *gets out script book* *reads* Here it is. *puts book away* *clears throat* But, Jon, I have the other slipper..

Jon: You do?

Alanna: Yes. *pulls out slipper* *triumphant music is heard* *holds up* *slips* *shoe shatters* Oops.

Myles: I told you to change the soap on the floor, Alanna, but you didn't listen. This is what you get.

Jon: Arrrrrggggghhhh! This is NOT my day!!! I'm going home to bed! *leaves*

George, Delia, Thom: *walk away*

Myles: *gets on the floor* *takes out "Assemblying Glass Slippers for Dummies" And picks at the glass shards* *tries to put them together*

Alanna: *gets on the floor and helps Myles*


THE END


Whaddya think? All ya gotta do now is review. I know this may seem like I'm ending the story right where there should be a wedding, but hold in there. There's going to be an epilogue that tells you want happens to everyone.

Lady Alanna Salmalin of Conte