The glass slipper fits her foot perfectly, as if it had been waiting for Cinderella.
I paused to catch my breath, then, as if drawn by some force, slowly slipped the slipper on.
Surprisingly, the shoe fit perfectly, as if it had been made for my foot from the very beginning.
At that moment, a thought suddenly crossed my mind.
If I were to become the mistress of this castle, would true happiness truly find me?
Ever since I met the duck, I had sensed that my story was gradually taking a different turn.