(Big ballroom in the prince’s castle. Cinderella and her sisters come in.)
Sister 1: What a fabulous place! My dress matches it perfectly.
Sister 2: Oh, your dress is awful…I’m sure that prince will like my outfit best!
Sister 1: Shut up. Everybody knows that I’m the prettiest one.
Cinderella: Shh, sisters…the prince is coming.
Prince (to Cinderella): Welcome, milady! Let me lead you to the dancefloor.
Sister 1: Oh, sure! Let’s go!
Sister 2: But…what’s going on?
(Prince takes Cinderella’s hand and starts dancing with her.)
Prince: It’s an honour to dance with such a beautiful lady! Your charm is stunning; your lips are like a bud of rose and hair like pure gold. May I know your name?
Cinderella: I’m Cinderella, Your Highness.
Prince: You deserve much better name. Isabella, Rosaline…
Cinderella: It’s so nice to hear such words from your princely lips.
Sister 1: It’s just unfair! He didn’t even notice us, did he?
Sister 2: But how is it possible? We are much prettier than Cinderella is. I mean, I am…
Sister 1: You aren’t! This is why prince slights us, because of your ugliness!
Sister 2: Stop talking nonsenses, you buffoon…We have to do something!
Sister 1 (ironically): Oh, yeah, right? Do you have another excellent idea, don’t you?
Sister 2: You may try to figure out something better, if you don’t like my ideas!
Sister 1: Just look: everyone is staring at Cinderella right now. I’m sure we can do something to look beautiful!
Sister 2: So what, you silly?
(They start to push each other)
Footman: Excuse me, miladies. Stop fighting, you are disturbing the party with your yells. Please come with me.
(He leads the sisters outside and locks the door)
Sister 1 (starts to cry): It’s because of you! What can we do now?
Sister 2: You know what? We can go for a walk. (Sister 1 is looking doubtfully) Then we’ll come back and they’ll allow us to come inside again.
(Sisters walk across the street)
THE END OF PART FOURTH