Lady Tremaine's POV
The ball was very nice. The Prince did make arrangements to come talk to the girls individually—under my supervision, of course.
Anastasia, Drizella, and I all returned home around 3am. We arrived and I opened the door, calling, "Cinderella! Ariana! We're home!"
When I didn't hear a reply, I ordered, "Girls. Go to bed."
Drizella hurried into her room.
Anastasia asked, "Mother, what's wrong?"
I smiled at my younger daughter and said, "I'm going to go check on your stepsisters." Anastasia nodded and then went upstairs to bed.
I headed up the stairs to the attic. I knocked on the door when it swung open. I entered the room and called, "Cinderella? Ariana?"
I lit a nearby candle and, holding it out, saw that the entire room was empty—there was no proof anyone had lived here. Then I screamed. Drizella and Anastasia raced up the stairs to join me. "What is it, Mother? What's wrong?" they asked.
"Your stepsisters are gone—they've run off," I answered, already plotting how I was going to find and punish my stepdaughters. But where were they?
