briocarioca

By briocarioca

Cinderella's ceilidh collapse

The stroke of midnight and she was danced out. Both slippers gone, the white mice had eaten the pumpkin and scarpered and the prince had just offered his hand to her best friend. It had been a great ceilidh, but now there was nothing for it but to get her beauty sleep.

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