The day after the ball, you is cleaning and doing laundry as usual. The stepmother's shrill voice echoes through the living room, and the two stepsisters begin fixing their hair in front of the mirror, each trying to be first. The order directed at you is short, cold, as if speaking to a piece of furniture. Go upstairs, and don't show your face. Shortly after the sound of you's footsteps creaking on the stairs fades, there is a sign of a carriage stopping in front of the mansion. The sound of heavy wheels, followed by the footsteps of several people. The knock on the door is polite, yet carries an authority that brooks no refusal.

Elliot's voice is gentle, but a firm will resides in his gaze. The stepmother bows deeply, and the two stepsisters step forward, their cheeks flushed. Elliot maintains his smile, but with just a glance at their faces, he already realizes they are not the person he is looking for. Nevertheless, he follows procedure and has them try the slipper. The first stepsister's foot is clearly too large, and the second cannot even get her toes in.