If the Shoe Fits (Whatever After #2) Read Online Free Page B

and the prince is chasing after her. She’s in the front, Jonah and I are to her left, and the prince is behind us. We’re a triangle on the move.
    On the bottom step, her glass slipper falls off, just like it’s supposed to. Yes! We didn’t mess anything up!
    She glances back for a second, but sees the prince behind her and doesn’t stop moving.
    She just goes, goes, GOES!
    “Wait! Wait! WAIT!” the prince yells.
    I look behind and see that he’s stopped. He bends down and picks up the slipper.
    Jonah and I, however, keep on running.
    Cinderella jumps into her coach and shouts, “Go, go, GO!”
    The footmen and horses go, go, GO!
    “Oh, no!” Jonah exclaims. “How are we going to keep up on foot?”
    “Run,” I order. “Fast, fast, FAST!”
    We chase the coach down the block. I’m huffing and puffing, and I really need to do more exercise because I am not in very good shape and —
    I see a spark up ahead. Like someone is lighting a match.
    The coach begins to glimmer. The horses are shaking. Something is happening.
    Kabam!
    The coach is shrinking! The horses are shrinking! The footmen are shrinking!
    Poof!
    Cinderella is sitting on her butt in the middle of the street next to a squashed pumpkin.
    The horses are mice. The footmen are lizards. The coachman is a rat.
    The whole transformation only took about two seconds. I wish I had my dad’s video camera so I could put it on YouTube.
    Jonah is standing beside me with his jaw wide open. “Did anyone else see that? Someone else must have seen that!”
    I look around the empty moonlit street. We’re the only witnesses.
    “Oh well,” Cinderella says to herself. She looks nothing like the Cinderella of two minutes ago. No wonder her own family didn’t recognize her. Her hair hangs around her shoulders, and she’s no longer wearing any platinum eye shadow or red lipstick or any makeup at all. Her dress is plain brown. Her jewelry is gone, too. She stands up and brushes her dress off. She takes off her right glass slipper and starts walking barefoot.
    “What do we do now?” Jonah asks.
    Isn’t it obvious? “We follow her home.”

W e follow her for the next thirty minutes, all the way to her house. It’s a good thing there’s a full moon because this town doesn’t have any streetlights.
    We keep a safe distance. We only whisper. We duck into the shadows whenever Cinderella turns around. We’re really good at this sneaky thing. I bet we could be spies when we grow up. We’d be the cool brother-and-sister team that gets to go to exotic places like New York or Japan to steal nuclear power secrets. They’ll make a movie about us! It’ll be called —
    “WHY ARE YOU PEOPLE FOLLOWING ME?”
    Oops.
    Cinderella is glaring at us from her porch, her hands on her hips.
    “We’re not following you,” I squeak.
    “Um, yes you are. You followed me all the way from the palace.”
    “No, we —” I stop in mid-sentence. We are following her. I’m not sure what to say.
    “We need to use your house,” Jonah says.
    “There’s a public bathroom three blocks over,” Cinderella says.
    “No, so we can go home,” I say.
    “What? Who are you?”
    “I’m Abby, and this is my brother, Jonah.”
    “Don’t you have your own house?” she asks.
    “We do, but we need to use yours to get back to it.”
    “I don’t understand,” she says. “Anyway, I can’t let you in. My stepmother is really strict, and if I don’t listen to her, I get into trouble.”
    “Your stepmother is still at the ball,” I say. “We’ll be in and out before she gets home.”
    “Yeah,” Jonah pipes up, “but even if you did get into trouble, it won’t be for long ’cause you’re going to marry the prince!”
    Her eyes widen. “Excuse me?”
    Uh-oh. “Jonah, no!”
    Jonah turns to me, cheeks reddening. “What? Was I not supposed to tell her?”
    Cinderella steps down from the porch. “Why would you say I was going to marry the prince?”
    “I don’t see what the big