Cinderella1950

[as Anastasia tries on the glass slipper, which at first appears to fit]

Anastasia:
There. I knew it was my slipper. Exactly my size. I always wear the same size. As soon as I saw it, I said...

[the Herald lifts up her foot, revealing that the shoe just barely covers one toe]

Anastasia:
(she gasps) Well, it-it may be a trifle snug today. You know how it is, dancing all night. I can't understand why.

[the Herald shrugs his shoulders, decides to roll up his sleeves, leaps onto her leg and starts to hammer the shoe on]

Anastasia:
(trying to make him come down) It's always fit perfectly before. I don't think you're half trying. Mother, can you...

Lady Tremaine:
(hushing her daughter up because the Grand Duke is sleeping) Shhh. Quiet, my dear. We mustn't disturb his Grace. (to the Herald) Young man, are you sure you're trying it on the right foot?

Anastasia:
Oh, it's the right foot, but it must have shrunk or something. A glass shoe isn't always reliable.