From my book about Cinderella’s Stepsister- one of the last I wrote with an outright Christian interpretation:
‘Slowly she turned around, ignoring the way her heart seemed to flush out into her chest. There he was, tall and dressed in finery that equaled every great Lord or gentling at the ball. Only on him the black supple boots, the trim legs and the pure white shirt under the expensive black velvet tunic created an appearance that surely topped even Prince Charm’s. He was so handsome she practically swooned.
Suddenly she was gloriously, furiously angry. Her little hands rammed him back against the wall.
“Do you know how frightened I’ve been for you, you SNAKE!” she gasped in a rage.’