The next morning Cinder was working in the kitchen. Once again in the rags he never chose to wear and messy hair almost unrecognisable. Cinder had lost one of his earrings when he left at the ball and felt slightly miserable. Cinder herd a ring at the door but thought nothing of it. Silly kitchen, silly cleaning. Was all that was going on in his head. Hearing a familiar voice at the door, Cinder suddenly stopped in his tracks, shocked. He hovered behind the doorway where his step couldn’t see him and listened closely. Its’s the prince!
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