Everyone smiled, everyone wore their best clothes. Couples turned and spun and danced happily. With one exception … Cinderella. Cinderella was nervous, in a hurry, in a hurry … it was soon to be twelve o’clock at night – midnight, and by then she would have to be home. He tried to make his way between the couples. On the right, on the left, there, a gap – fast, fast, time was running. Where was the exit? He looked quickly to all sides – there, the door! Cinderella ran out, panic moved her. The prince tried to chase her. But alas! I shouldn’t know who she was!
Cinderella reached the door and started down the stairs in a hurry. God, how his feet hurt in these shoes … He cursed his fairy godmother inside for having convinced him to wear these shoes. They squeezed, brushed, produced blisters that grew with every step he took. In the distance the chimes of a clock could be heard – eight, nine … she tried to run more, began to limp at the pain of her feet, but continued. There was his carriage, only a few meters away. “Go ahead, go ahead” she encouraged herself. He kept counting the chimes … ten, eleven. By God, the silhouettes of his carriage were already starting to fade! He ran more. And, already – twelve bells. Completely horrified, she saw her float take the form of a pumpkin again, her beautiful horses became mice and her splendid dress in the old and worn rag of always. He looked back and saw the prince stunned. The other guests had also left the palace to see where the prince was running in such a hurry. And there they were, directly behind him, with faces of outrage and even anger. The scandal was perfect. The prince turned around: “Ladies and gentlemen, please come in, there is nothing here to see. Enjoy the evening.” The orchestra played again and people turned around and entered between whispers. Cinderella looked sadly at the castle, turned around and smoothed and with her gaze to the ground began her long way home. The only thing that had not been transformed were those happy shoes he had received from his fairy godmother. He took them off and threw them all furiously to a nearby field. If they had been more comfortable, they could have run better, they would have arrived in time to their float and everything would have been different.
Suddenly, Cinderella heard a sweet little voice: “Oh dear!” Cinderella looked around to know where that voice came from. Among some bushes came a white kitten that wore beautiful booties with leopard engraving. Cinderella looked surprised at the kitten with ankle boots, which she sighed and said “I would say goodbye to that fairy godmother in your place. Who can think of, give you some shoes like that and on top for a dance? I’m going to tell you a magic word, remember her well … “, the kitten purred” … Gennia. “And, with that she disappeared. Cinderella was dumbfounded “And that? What does that mean?” But the kitten did not come back. “Well,” Cinderella thought resignedly, “it doesn’t matter anyway … it’s too late” and he turned around and started slowly – barefoot and limping – his way home as tears went down his cheeks and blisters ached .
The next day he woke up very early because there was a lot of fuss in the street, noises of horses, floats, screaming voices, fists knocking on the doors of the houses … Curiosa looked out the window of his attic and saw the royal float in front of the family home! He dressed quickly and went down the stairs to find out what was happening. At the entrance was the prince with a turquoise cardboard in his hands. On the cardboard cover he could see some letters in silver: Gennia. “Curious,” he thought, “is the magic word the kitty mentioned.” “Cinderella,” said the prince, “I could not help listening to your conversation with the cat with booties. And, in case you wanted to dance with me again, I brought you this, so that you are more comfortable during our next dance …”. Cinderella opened the cardboard and, there they were … perfect shoes, elegant and in a beautiful color. He tried them on and was absolutely amazed at how comfortable they were. “Yes,” she said delightedly, “this is magic shoes. Now I can dance until dawn!” So it was. Today, Cinderella and the prince continue to dance and Cinderella continues to pamper her feet with Gennia shoes. And, that’s the true story of how shoes changed Cinderella’s life. The morale? Forget the fairies with their stories – the true blue princes understand your passion for shoes and know that the pair that makes you smile is worth a thousand kingdoms!