Atlantia has been forced to take Cinderella’s place. Wearing rags, assigned an imp instead of a godmother, she finds a tinker instead of a prince.
It’s been a few weeks since Cinderella left, carried with half-bare feet in the arms of the prince. Atlantia is still fuming, but the bad season turns even worse when her mother needs a new servant to do all the housework. The day that she’s forced to do the dishes, a strange little woman knocks at her door, armed with an umbrella and calling herself an imp. How dare she tell Atlantia that she’s too much of a brat to rate a godmother! Obviously, something needs to change. Atlantia just didn’t expect that the transformation would begin with her. Seeking a way out of misery she volunteers at the newly constructed orphan home, in order to meet the fine gentlemen that are working there to impress the king. The only man she meets is an impertinent tinker, far too handsome to feel so free with her notice. And those orphans… how could she have known how precious lower humanity could be? Is it possible that God wanted her to learn something? Not only about escaping hardship, but also about herself? And if her heart can soften, is it possible to be happy living in a tinker’s cottage?