Ella called for the pumpkin-shaped carriage to change direction. After two nights of complimenting the vain monkey of a prince, she knew there was no way she wanted to feed bananas to his ever-hungry ego for the rest of her life.
And going back to washing floors for her stepmother? Hah!
“Where are we going, miss?” the driver asked.
“The night market. And hurry!”
She would sell the horses, the carriage, the ball gown and those ridiculously useless glass slippers. With the profit, she could get on the night ferry out of the city before her fairy godmother found out.
Author’s Note: When it comes to getting out of a bad situation, sometimes anything goes…