The final installment.

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Only moments after Bay disappeared into the kitchen, Prince Emmett stepped through the door and bowed shallowly to his childhood friend and her mother. He knew that Daphne could not have been his beautiful cat, but on the pretense of fairness, he allowed her to try on the glass slipper. Daphne kicked off her own shoe and allowed Emmett to attempt to replace it with the delicate glass footwear. When it didn't fit, the Prince had to control the smile that threatened to cross his handsome features. He didn't want to have to marry Daphne. They were such good friends, marriage would only be awkward. Now he had to find his cat, having proven that Daphne certainly wasn't the one he was looking for.

"Are these all the women of this house?" Emmett asked the attendant, just to be sure.

"No, Sire. There was another one who answered the door but she was just a servant," he replied.

"Well find her, it is royal decree that all the women in the kingdom try on the slipper," Emmett demanded. Daphne stood and smiled coyly at him while the attendant swept into the kitchen in search of the missing dark-haired servant girl.

"Why go through all the trouble of trying glass slippers on unimportant servant girls when I'm here?" Daphne asked, raising her eyes to Emmett's. He sighed.

"Daphne, you're beautiful and smart and funny, but I've known you my entire life. It would be difficult to start a family with you. I love you more like a sister than a potential wife," Emmett replied, almost stony faced. Daphne held back her tears. She had always thought that she would end up with Emmett, and realizing that it would never happen was heartbreaking.

"If you don't find her, though, you must marry my daughter," Katherine added, but the conversation was interrupted when the attendant returned dragging a kicking and flailing Bay, who calmed as soon as she was in the presence of the Prince. She kept her head down, only looking up enough to see that the Prince was signing for her to sit down on the chair, which she did apprehensively.

"Emmett, it couldn't be Bay you are looking for," Daphne signed, laughing. "She's nothing but a servant girl!"

"Bay should have been at the ball, servant or not," Emmett frowned back. "That was my father's decree."

"She isn't of our station in life," Daphne shot back. Bay didn't want to look hurt by the things they were saying about her, but she was. She was even more ashamed now, with the Prince, her fox, standing before her. If he were to find out that she was the girl he danced with, he would hastily accept Daphne as his new bride. She sunk even lower against the couch and tried to hide the look of utter dismay on her face.

"Are you okay?" Emmett signed to her. Bay looked up, tears shining in her brown eyes.

"No," she replied.

"Why not?" Emmett asked, kneeling before her and gazing at her. Her head hung down, her hands signing half-heartedly in her lap.

"What do you want from me?" she asked in return, ignoring his question completely. Emmett knelt and removed her dirty shoe, offering her the glass slipper. She lifted her head and made brief eye-contact with the Prince before he glanced down at her shoes.

"I just want you to try this on," Emmett instructed, before taking a real look into Bay's eyes. Immediately he recognized his cat, the emotion swirling through the chocolate-brown of her irises revealed all to him; he needed to keep up his mask of indifference to keep from giving it away to Daphne and Katherine. Where John and Toby were Emmett neither knew nor cared. He had found his beautiful cat.

"Okay…" Bay slid her foot easily into the glass slipper, which was molded perfectly to fit her slender foot. Daphne felt her heart drop to her shoes. All these years of abusing Bay have lead to this, she is getting what she deserves, happiness. Bay smiled, seeing the joy in the Prince's eyes, and pulling the second shoe out from her apron pocket to place on the other foot. "And here is the other. A matching pair."

"As we will be for the rest of our lives!" Emmett declared, lifting Bay up and spinning her around. "You said you wanted someone who would love you no matter what. I don't care if you are a servant, or that you're hearing. I just want to love you and hold you and encourage your passion to live for the rest of eternity. Will you, Bay, be my wife?"

"Oh, Emmett, of course I will!" Bay exclaimed. She was giddy. The man who she had described had been sitting next to her at the ball and had fought his way through the kingdom to find her, a feat that couldn't have been easy.

"Then we shall be wed at once!"

"And then what shall we do?"

"Live happily ever after, of course!"

And with that, Emmett carried Bay from the house, placed her in front of him on his horse, and rode away to the castle with her securely in his arms. They were married the following week, and as Emmett had predicted, they lived happily ever after.