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Ada and the Midnight Slipper

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Page 1 of Ada’s storybook — Two-year-old Ada knelt by the hearth, sweeping crumbs into her little dustpan. Everyone else in the household was off to the royal ball, while Ada stayed behind with the chores. “I wish I could dance, too,” she whispered.

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Two-year-old Ada knelt by the hearth, sweeping crumbs into her little dustpan. Everyone else in the household was off to the royal ball, while Ada stayed behind with the chores. “I wish I could dance, too,” she whispered.
In the kitchen garden, a kind fairy godmother appeared beside Ada. Her wand twinkled, and a pumpkin turned into a golden carriage! “You may go,” she said, “but remember one rule: be home by midnight.” Ada nodded, wide-eyed.
Ada watched as the wand drew a shining line from her hem to her shoulder. Her patched gray work dress and apron shimmered into a silver-blue ball gown before her very eyes. Glass slippers sparkled on her feet, and Ada gazed down in wonder.
At the palace, Ada curtsied, and the prince bowed low. Then they danced all evening, twirling a little way apart beneath the sparkling lights. Ada laughed and laughed, and never once thought about the time.
BONG! The great clock began to strike twelve. Ada ran for the door as the last chime rang out, leaving one glass slipper on the stairs. Outside, her golden carriage waited to carry her safely home.
The next morning, Ada watched from her doorway as the prince came down the street. He carried her glass slipper from door to door, along every street in the kingdom. “Who wore this little slipper?” he asked.
Ada sat on a low bench and slipped her own bare foot into the glass slipper. It fit perfectly, just as it always had! The prince held up its matching slipper, and Ada beamed. “Those are mine!”
Ada returned to the palace side by side with the prince. The whole kingdom cheered a welcome—not for a gown or a glass slipper, but for Ada herself. She was still Ada, who loved little dances and big laughs. And she belonged.