Amy laughs. "I'm honestly not sure," she says. "I think that involves dresses that shine as brightly as the sun or something, rather than glass slippers. But it won't work anyway. My godmother is a very sensible fairy. And I'm fairly certain it has to a ball at the palace at which you're pretending to be a serving girl, and I couldn't turn up at one of those and not have you recognize me, now. Unless you have very bad eyes."