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"You never needed a fairy like me. But now you come to me and you say - 'Donna Faerieleone, give me justice.' But you don't ask with respect. You don't offer friendship. You don't even think to call me Godmother. Instead, you come into my house on the day my evil step-daughter is to be married, and you ask me to do murder for money."
"I ask for justice," hissed Cinderella, a glass slipper clutched to her chest.
"Justice, what do you know about justice?" asked the Godmother as she twisted a sprig of holly in her plump hands.
"I know nothing of justice. The only thing I know is that for one fleeting moment I had love. Indescribable love. A love so pure that it must be sealed with True Love's first kiss...at least, until..."
Cinderella's voice trembled as she spoke and a solitary tear rolled down her quivering chin to drip upon the shimmering glass slipper.
"The clock strikes midnight for us all, my dear. What matters is what we do once the spell fades into the dawn of a happily ever-after," finished the Godmother, listening to the fanfare and celebration beckoning to her from the other side of her office door.
Cinderella nodded her head and pleaded silently across the orante office desk.
"And this you ask of me? This deed that will be recorded in tales of men and faeries forever. You wish this of me?" asked the Godmother.
Cinderella's eyes hardened and her chin lost its quiver. "With all my heart".
The Fairy Godmother leaned forward. "Good. Someday, and that day may never come, I'll call upon you to do a service for me. But until that day - accept this 'justice' as a gift on my evil step-daughter's wedding day."
She lifted her plump and bejeweled hand, which Cinderella grasped and kissed tenderly and gratefully.
"Merci, Donna Faerieleone. If I can't have Prince Charming...then no one can," said Cinderella dropping the glass slipper to shatter upon the floor.