Twelve Nights of Dancing

My eyes were still bleary as I slumped over to the hearth in my chamber. That was an odd dream. I could vividly remember each of the eleven girls I had dreamed about. The food, the music, the sweet aroma of the apple orchard were all etched on my memory unlike any dream I had ever experienced. Even my legs were sore. Perhaps I had been kicking through the night in my sleep. I put a hand in my disheveled hair. I turned my head and glanced around my room. There at the edge of my bed were twelve dancing shoes, completely worn out.

Every night Princess Mirabelle goes to sleep to find her self in an enchanted world accompanied by eleven other princesses. And every night in this enchanted world, they dance until their shoes fall apart. Every morning Mirabelle wakes to find all twelve worn out dancing shoes by her bed. Can she find out the mystery of the dancing shoes and stop the dancing nights so she can get a good night's rest?