Cinderella told herself she had everything she wanted. A new home in a palace. More jewels and satin dresses than she’d ever seen. A prince whom every woman in the kingdom dreamed of marrying.
She fought a rush of panic when she saw him come into the garden. He smiled as he walked toward her. She forced a smile.
She didn’t love him. She knew that. How could she after knowing him for three weeks? Love can grow, she told herself. She pretended to love her stepmother and stepsisters. She must pretend again until she loved her prince. Hopefully, she would.