Cinderella bursts out of the palace, the memory of the prince’s touch still tingling on her skin. As the pumpkin-carriage rumbles through the moonlit streets, her heart pounds in her chest like a war drum. **“He’s the one,”** she whispers, clutching her chest, **“and I’ll never see him again.”**

A tight knot coils in her stomach, and her fingers curl into fists. For the first time in her life, sh...