“Go, go, just go!”
But, she could not leave until she made a choice. Was balzarine obsene? Was silk of her ilk?
He was *so* handsome, but she was not sure *which* Cinderella would merit a happily ever after with him.
Indecisiveness was a wall that was keeping her from the ball, yet that awareness was not dressing her or prompting her out the door.
Then, it hit her like a ton of bricks: “Eeny, meeny, miny, moe! Go, go, go, go!”
Later, as she stepped out of the carriage, he heralded, “Oh, you look like a queen!” Yes, fate had aptly chose for her to walk out in the balzarine. ; )
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