Cinderella had her slipper, which was made of glass. Something so small, yet

so delicate. And I, much like cinderella, have something made of galss. Something

so samll, yet, oh, so delicate. It's my heart. And I think the clock just struck midnight.

But only one of us can get our happy - ever- after. And here's a spoiler: It's the

broad with the wacky footwear.