Lady Tremaine wanted to cry. She felt like she was losing her grip on reality, and she clutched her brooch for strength.

“You may not have been a villain when you landed on Morningstar shores, but you have become one since,” the Fairy Godmother continued. “You have urged your daughters down the same path, encouraging them to be as nasty and miserable as you are and using them to torture my Cinderella. No, Lady Tremaine, you deserve what comes next in your story.”

“What comes next? What will happen to me and my daughters?” Lady Tremaine asked, feeling as if she were trapped in some horrible nightmare where everything was upside down. She had thought she was the heroine of her own story. She had fallen in love and traveled to a foreign land to start a new life, only to realize she had been tricked. She had endured years of abuse. And now a real fairy godmother was telling her she was, in fact, not the heroine of her own tale, but the villain in someone else’s. “Please tell me, what is going to happen?” she begged, grasping her brooch and willing herself to remain as calm and cold as she could be.

“You will just have to wait and see,” said the Fairy Godmother, raising her wand.

“What are you doing?” asked Lady Tremaine.

“Making you forget, and setting everything back on its proper course,” said the Fairy Godmother. “Oh, look, and just in time for Cinderella’s arrival. I see her carriage pulling up in front of the palace now.” She began to wave her wand, but the room started to rumble and shake, causing her to whirl around, searching for the source of the magic.

“Fairy Godmother, stop!” the Odd Sisters screamed, all four of them suddenly standing before the fairy and Lady Tremaine.

“Don’t do this,” said Circe. “We’re not here to meddle with Cinderella. We’re here to help Lady Tremaine. Cinderella can have her prince, just let us help Lady Tremaine and her daughters. Nanny saw what was really happening. She wanted to help the lady and her girls, but where is she now? Why has she never come back to help them?”

“My sister was sent away,” the Fairy Godmother said. “I’m afraid she won’t remember who she is for quite some time, let alone remember Lady Tremaine.”

“You wiped her memory?” Circe was shocked.

“It was for the best. She was threatening our way of life, threatening fairy tradition. She had to be stopped,” the Fairy Godmother said.

“Mark my words, Fairy Godmother,” said Circe. “Your sister will be back one day, and she will take her rightful place! And we will sing and dance in the ashes when the Dark Fairy destroys the Fairylands! This, too, has been written!”

“There is no Dark Fairy, Circe. As usual you and your sisters are talking nonsense,” said the Fairy Godmother.