The next morning Cinderella started her chores.
Stepmother barked orders at her.
But it didn't bother Cinderella today.
"Last night was lovely," she thought.
"I wish every night was that wonderful."
Cinderella hummed as she swept the floor.
"Quiet down!" Stepmother snapped.
"You're giving me a headache!"
"Yes, Stepmother," Cinderella said.
Cinderella worked quietly.
But in her head, she was still singing.
"Grr . . ." Stepmother stomped around the room.
"Why did that princess appear at the ball last night?"
"She ruined everything," Trudy said.
"The prince never noticed me."
"The prince didn't notice me either," Gert said.
"I must wear more jewels tonight."
Stepmother frowned.
"Tonight you both must look your best!"
Trudy and Gert spent all afternoon getting ready.
Finally they left for the ball.
Cinderella felt sad—then Godmother appeared!
"Ready to go to another ball, Cinderella?"
"Yes!" Cinderella cried.
Her godmother waved her wand. Zap!
Once again Cinderella wore the glass shoes.
But tonight she had a different gown.
All night long Cinderella danced with the prince.
"You look even more beautiful tonight," he said.
Cinderella closed her eyes.
"I never want to leave," she whispered.
Bong! Bong! Bong!
Just then the clock struck—12 o'clock!