Cinderella put down her glass and turned away so that Henri couldn’t see her blush.

“No, it’s true. You are beautiful.” He edged closer to her, but stopped right before touching her hand.

“My sisters used to call me scrawny and make fun of me because of how tall I was as a kid.” Cinderella glanced back at him and let a bit of her pain show. “They used to call me a scarecrow and would mock me by walking behind me with their arms up in the air and a grimace on their faces.”