Lucy took the offered hand and did not let go for a few long moments.  The girl seemed oddly nervous, though she was dressed beautifully and looked beautiful herself.  There was something about this Cinderella which made her forget those around her, clamoring for attention.  "Come, take a walk with me in the garden."  She held out a hand for Cinderella and lead her across the room.  Those around looked on with envy and some with downright jealousy.<br/><br/>Soon they had left the busy parlor behind and were headed out into the garden.  The sun was going down and lanterns had been positioned around the garden to lend light.   It was a beautiful affair, with flower beds, stone walkways, a small hedge maze and plenty of marble benches.  Lucy and Cinderella were quite alone, away from the crowd now, though her mother and father watched from the window of the parlor.  "Come, do tell me about yourself.  How ever did you come by the name Cinderella?"