![]() When she overhears their loving consideration of her, she is pleased and tells the King she loves them both. Like his father, the Prince is less than enthusiastic about spending a lavish evening greeting eager, simpering “candidates.” His father sympathizes, but wishes the Prince would keep that from his mother. The Prince and the King discuss the coming evening of festivities. Nevertheless, they discuss the ball’s dinner with their Chef and Steward (“Your Majesties”). ![]() For the King, it’s just an expensive, great deal of trouble. After all, they haven’t given their subjects any fun for five years – not a festival, nor fair or pageant – nothing to make their people love them. Meanwhile, at the Royal Palace, the King and Queen are not in complete agreement about the upcoming ball. When they go upstairs to rest, Cinderella cleans up after them and dreams of living an exciting life of a princess, or anything other than a servant (“In My Own Little Corner”). Cinderella will have the formidable job of making Stepmother and her stepsisters beautiful for the ball, in addition to her regular work, which includes cooking, sewing, cleaning, washing and everything else. She says that Joy and Portia, who are both named for virtues (they unknowingly do not possess), are to show off at the Prince’s ball because, even if it is not to the Prince, they both must marry this year. Stepmother wants to speak with her daughters, but when Cinderella sits down with them, she specifies her own daughters. Cinderella carries all of their bags, hat boxes, frills and frou frou as they ungratefully order her around the house. On their way home from shopping, Stepmother and her two daughters, Joy and Portia, are followed by Cinderella (“Where Is Cinderella?”). The town crier proclaims that to celebrate Prince Christopher’s 21 st birthday, the ladies of the kingdom shall be invited to a ball in hopes the Prince will meet a special girl to join in marriage (“The Prince is Giving A Ball”). In the Public Square, a busy afternoon is interrupted by trumpeted fanfare.
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