“Come on then,” she said less graciously than she should have. Her Cinderella shoes clicked down the final few steps.  No sound of footsteps followed her but she didn’t look back. By the time she reached the trees anger was…

Cherry frowned. She’d spent the entire morning at Loretta’s Salon. She’d been plucked and shaved, exfoliated and moisturized, painted and polished, cut and curled. She’d donned her flirtiest skirt, her girlie-est sweater, and her best perfume. She hadn’t tried for sexy;…

“Shall we walk a little?” She hated the pleading tone she heard in her voice. But though she’d passed desperate and was fast approaching hopeless, she refused to give up.  He’d barely glanced at her since they’d stepped out onto…