I giggle at the sight. Drizella had slipped her foot confidently into the slipper, only to be stopped when her foot refuses to squeeze in any further.

"This… this is impossible!" Drizella gasps in horror at the sight of her large foot, half jammed into the glass slipper. "I am The One! The shoe should fit!"

The prince's guards step forward to pry the glass slipper indelicately off Drizella's foot. "No no no!" Drizella attempts in vain to grab the shoe back from the guards before bursting into tears.

The prince looks just as sad, but for a different reason. "I'm never going to find her!" he wails pathetically, "I'm going to die a virgin!"

To my horror, when Prince Charming looks up, he notices me, leaning against the wall, giggling away. He points a long finger at me, "You! Come and try on the slipper!" Panicked, I shake my head desperately. I can practically hear the whoosh of my brain releasing the adrenaline that is coursing through my entire nervous system, shrieking, "RUN!"

"It's not me! It's not me!" I yelp as I turn to make for the stairs. It is too late, for the prince's guards have already grabbed hold of me. He carries me over his shoulder back to the chair. Judging by how much I am screaming, you would think that I was being dragged to my execution.

"I wasn't even at the ball last night!" I scream frantically. "I'm just a servant! I was at home, cleaning! Ask the rats!"

The prince looks vaguely disturbed at the fact that I asked him to talk to rats. A plan begins to form in my head, maybe if I act crazy enough, he will be too disturbed to ask me to try on the shoe.

"The rats are my subjects!" I scream, kicking and thumping any part of the guard I could reach, which was mainly his shoulders and chest. "I am their ruler, you are destroying my country! Country-mice, save your queen!"

To my great delight, a single mouse pokes his head out of the hole in the wall, as if on cue. "These barbarians are trying to kill me!" I yell at it. "Grab your fellow mice and come and save me!" Startled by my loud tone of voice, it turns around and disappears back into the hole, running for its life.

However, the guard remains unflustered. "God save our gracious Queen! Long live our noble Queen! God save the Queen! Send her victorious, happy and glorious, long to reign over us: God save The Queen!" I sing desperately into the guard's ears. I force myself to sing as loudly and as obnoxiously as possible, rejoicing as my voice cracks in protest.

The guard winces and his grip loosens momentarily. That second is all I need as I wiggle out of his grasp. I quickly run, not even looking where I'm going. Of course, this is the worst mistake I've ever made, for I run smack bang into the prince, who just has to be very strong. He grabs me and ties me to the chair.

The shoe is immediately brought over and I struggle, kicking madly, avoiding the inevitable. Please, don't let the shoe fit, I beg the heavens but when it is forced onto my foot, it fits me perfectly.

I now have to marry the person I hate the most and he just has to be the prince and have the power to force me into a marriage that I really don't want to be in. God must really hate me