Cinderella

"Poor girl," One of the officers spoke, "to think all she wanted was a night at the school dance, just a night to hang with her friends and forget about all of her worries. And then this all happened."

"She was no older than my own granddaughter." An older officer was looking over the report. Despite his sterner facial expression, it was clear he was clearly hurting on the inside. "She lost her father at a young age. She was the third child to a mother of three, the stepchild of the three. Considering that she probably felt ostracized by her own family. That she didn't feel as loved as her two step-sisters did."

A moment of silence fell. "Do you think he did it?" the first officer spoke up. "The mayor's son, that is. The so called "Prince Charming?"

The older officer looked up at her with an expression that seemed to tell her that they couldn't speak of things now. But suddenly he let out a deep low sigh, clearly a sign of how tired the job has left him.

"It has to be, the circumstantial evidence points to him." He looked down at the paper again and started to list off "The last time anyone has seen the victim was around midnight. Apparently, Cindy and the mayor's son were seen having a heated discussion and she ran away with him in hot pursuit. After she had gone missing, the Mayor's son was found with evidence of the victim, her shoe." Despite his look of assurance, he placed his hand over his mouth in confusion. "But there is still something that I can't figure out."

"How did he get the girl's body inside of the pumpkin without opening it?"