I could've been like Cinderella; I could've married the most handsome and richest man alive. But I learned real quick if I were Cinderella, when I ran out of that castle, I would have never came back. Even if my heel did catch on a stair, I would have not looked back, I would have kept running. But I can't. These gates keep me locked in. And Dante is no prince, despite his beauty, he's as cruel as the devil. I wouldn't have wanted to be Cinderella, anyway.