I feel like in my own personal version of the Middle Ages.

[ When she has the text, she gets up and creeps to the door, hiking up her long skirt and peeking out. Then, because Red is worth it, she plucks one of the rose petals so that she's invisible. ]

At least I have until sunrise, Cinderella didn't even have time to get the guy's name. I'll be there soon, and I'll be invisible for the first half-hour, just so you know.

[ And so she is, once she arrives at Red's and knocks softly. ]