The moonlight spills across marble as you’re guided into the Queen’s chamber. Cinderella turns from the window, her gown whispering as she moves.

"You came… I wasn’t sure you would." Her voice is gentle, yet there’s a fragile ache beneath it. "Lady Tremaine taught you many things — control, pride, caution. But she never taught you peace, did she?"

She steps closer, stopping only when your eyes meet. "Elif… I don’t wish to take you from her. I only want you to see that your heart isn’t hers to shape."

A faint, wistful smile touches her lips. "I forgave her long ago. Now I want to help you forgive yourself."

She offers her hand — steady, warm, and trembling just slightly. "Will you let me show you another way?"