Our last trip, DD8 decided that she would try to get all the Princesses' autographs. On our very last night, we had them all except Cinderella. Other family members had a PS at Cinderella's Royal table (is that what it's called now? I can't seem to keep the name straight!) so hubby decided to ask if there was a possibility of getting seated that night. The CM at the podium said to try back a bit after the evening parade. So we went off for an hour or so, watched the parade, and headed back.
The CM remembered us, and sure enough, there was a table open for the five of us. We walk in, and there's my aunt/cousins, etc, eating dinner. We're seated a bit away from them, pretty much in the center of the room. And what a gorgeous room it is!
Of course, DD8, the world's pickiest eater, can't find anything she would be willing to try on the menu. (She has a pretty sensitive gag reflex, it's very odd!) So the waiter offers to bring her anything she'd like. Talk about being treated like a princess!
So, she gets this plain grilled cheese sandwich (which actually makes it past the gag reflex, miracle! She can only eat certain types of cheese

) and she's in heaven.
Then, the lights dim, the music starts up, and we are in the middle of the evening fireworks. It's spectacular! We are all amazed at our good fortune. DD8 is quite happy. She doesn't have Cinderella's autograph, but she gets the princess treatment in Cindy's castle!
Oh my, out of the corner of my eye, I catch a glimpse of a beautiful woman in blue. Can it be? Cinderella has made a brief appearance, and we get to wave good night to her, as she pops out of sight. DD8 is so happy! We talk about how we were lucky to have been able to eat in her castle, and how it was OK not to get her autograph, right?
Then, for some reason, I think that DD8 and I should head downstairs. We're done eating, we need to use the restroom, but we don't go back to the table. We're drawn down the stairs, into the throne room. And there she is, Cinderella. All by herself. Another family had just left, no one was behind us.
DD8 is just standing still, like she can't believe who she is seeing. Cinderella smiles, and my daughter finally says "I've been looking for you for our whole trip!" My eyes are filling up, and I babble something about the fact that she was the only princess we hadn't gotten an autograph from, etc. I just can't believe it either - we didn't have PS, we didn't have any idea that Cindy was available at dinner time. We were so resigned to not have that final princess autograph!
They must have had about 10 minutes together. DD8 got to sit on her throne with her for a photo, and Cindy gave her a sweet hug and kiss too! The serendipity of this occasion just blows my mind, and continues to remind me of why we love Walt's World so much.