Fanny wants to marry a Prince or something like that-something like the mayor’s son. On the night of the ball she waits for her fairy godmother and is laughed at by people. A man, Fanny knows comes to talk to her as she waits. He proposes marriage and Fanny decides that her dreams were childish and does so. Her fairy godmother comes years later and in the end Fanny decides she is happy with the life she chosen. The moral of the story is that we do not need a prince to be happy.