The Wronged Princess - Book I

His stare left her feeling as if her frock had come untied. Her face flamed, and her heart fluttered. Cinderella met his gaze. Her steps slowed, then stopped. She couldn't look away. Deep blue eyes pulled her, his honor, his soul. The world dimmed around her.

"Devil take it!" Pricilla hissed.

Cinderella jerked and just managed to move in time to avoid being run through. She spun. Her gaze followed Pricilla's fleeing form from the path. Stepmama, looking none too pleased, was headed for Essie.

"Oh, no," she whispered, and darted after Pricilla.