Fit Like a Glass Slipper

Surprise at home

I unlocked my door and entered my home. I sighed. It had been a very long day at work. I glanced at the clock on the wall. "I'm home before midnight for once," I said to myself, or so I thought. A voice responsed, "Welcome home Cinderella!" I began to panic. I recognized the voice from somewhere, but I couldn't figure out where. Even if I could, why the fuck were they in my house?? Who is in my house?? My thoughts were racing, but my body was frozen. With a quivering voice I said, "Who's there?!" I heard footsteps coming towards me from the kitchen. I frantically searched for any type of defense, but all I found was a pen. I grasped the pen with my sweaty hand. "Am I going to die?" I thought to myself. Out of the kitchen appeared a short man. I dropped the pen. All that could slip out of my lips was, "Farquad?" I couldn't believe my eyes. He replied, "Yes darling! It is I! Yours truly... LORD FARQUAD!" I opened my mouth to attempt to speak, but he walked towards me slowly saying, "hush princess..." His squeaky black boots screamed with each step he took. He grabbed my hands and explained himself, "I am in search for a princess and you are the lucky one baby." He winked and slid his hands to my hips. I blushed and managed to squeeze, "me?" out of my mouth. He answered, "Yes you m'lady. Now, I know you definitely fit the looks and the personality criteria, but do the slippers fit?" I looked down at my feet and asked him, "slippers?" He replied, "I'll show you what I mean... follow me up to your room."