If the Shoe Fits (Whatever After #2) by Sarah Mlynowski Read Free Book Online Page A

Cinderella while her foot is out of commission, knock yourself out. We’re going to be busy, anyway. Since you delivered the paper, I assume you’ve all read the news?”
    “Absolutely,” I say, nodding. “Can you just remind us what it says?”
    “Only that the prince has announced that he will marry whoever fits the glass slipper he found at the ball. His assistant will begin to visit all the households in the kingdom later today. So you three had better get started cleaning the house. Start in here. There’s glass all over the floor.”
    Oh, no! Today already?
    I look at Cinderella’s foot.
    Uh-oh.
    “We have a relamo ,” Jonah says, after Betty leaves.
    “A what?” I ask.
    “ Relamo is Smithvillian for problem,” he says.
    Hardy har har.

W hat are we going to do?” I ask.
    “This really is a relamo ,” Cinderella says, frowning. “If the prince’s assistant comes today, my foot is definitely not going to fit in the glass slipper.”
    “Right,” I say.
    “What should the Smithvillian word for ‘trouble’ be?” Jonah asks. “ Dessinsty ?”
    “Jonah,” I say. “Try to focus.”
    “Maybe he won’t come today,” Cinderella says wistfully. “Maybe he’ll come tomorrow.”
    I check out the state of Cinderella’s foot. “I don’t think it’s fitting tomorrow, either.”
    “So what do I do?” she asks. “I need it to fit!”
    “You could always cut off one of your toes,” Jonah says. “Like in the Grimm story.”
    Cinderella gasps. “That is, indeed, a grim story.”
    “Jonah, that’s disgusting!” I say.
    “I was just kidding,” he says. “That would hurt. Although it would be really cool.”
    There has to be a solution. “Oh! I know!” I say. It’s so easy! “You have a fairy godmother, right?”
    Cinderella nods.
    “So ask her to fix it! That’s what she’s there for. To fix things.”
    “I guess I could do that,” Cinderella says.
    “How do you get her to come?” Jonah asks. “Do you just call her?”
    “Call her? Yes! Exactly. I call her name and she comes.” Cinderella tilts her head toward the chimney, “Farrah! Farrah! Yoo-hoo, you there?”
    “She’s like Santa!” Jonah says.
    A second later, a big puff of yellow is sparkling in the centerof the room. Then the sparkle slowly trickles to the ground, and I see her — the legendary fairy godmother.
    She is not what I expected. I thought she’d be plump.
    But she’s not. Instead, she’s super skinny. And she has big wide eyes that are green and smiling. Her hair is wild and curly and perched on her head in a loose bun. Instead of wearing a twirly dress, she’s wearing black leggings and a yellow sweater. She’s like a human bumblebee. Or not human, exactly. Are fairies human? At least I think she’s a fairy. I don’t see any wings. She’s holding a yellow-and-black swirly wand that looks like a candy cane. If candy canes were yellow and black.
    “You’re the fairy godmother?” Jonah blurts out.
    “I am. And you must be Abby and Jonah.”
    “How did you know?” I ask.
    She laughs. “Word gets around. So, Cinderella, what can I do for you?”
    “You need to fix her foot,” I say. “It’s busted. It’s never going to fit the glass slipper the way it is now. And if it doesn’t fit the glass slipper, then she won’t be able to marry the prince.”
    Farrah looks at Cinderella. “Is that what you want? To marry the prince?”
    “Of course that’s what I want!” Cinderella says. “Why do you think I wanted to go to the balls? For the pigs-in-a-blanket? I need the prince to rescue me and get me out of this place.”
    Farrah blinks. And then blinks again. “Excuse me?”
    “I need him to rescue me,” she repeats. “Marrying him will save me from this miserable life.”
    “And if you don’t mind,” I pipe in, “can you please direct us to the nearest magic mirror? We need to get home. Thank you for your time.”
    This is perfect. All of our problems will be solved with one burst of