Cinderella, wouldn’t you like to go to the party?” asked one of the sisters.
“Why, you’re messing with me,” said Cinderella.
“I could never go to such an event.”
“You’re right,” they said.
“People would laugh if they saw Cinderwhore there.”
Anybody else would have dressed their hair in such a way to make them look ridiculous, but Cinderella, due to her good nature and cowardice, made their hair look very nice for the party.
That night, the sisters went off to the dance, leaving Cinderella to cry and cry. Her godmother tried to comfort her, asking, “You wish to go to the party, don’t you?”Cinderella, still in tears, nodded.
“I’ll fix you up,” said the godmother, who was a fairy when she was not busy being a godmother.
“Go get me a pumpkin from the garden,” she told Cinderella, who could not figure out how a pumpkin was going to help in the situation.
Cinderella brought the pumpkin to her straightaway, and the godmother touched it with her magic wand. Suddenly, it turned into a coach.
“Now, grab me that mouse trap,” she said. “We need horses for the coach.”
Cinderella did as she was told and lifted the trap door. Her godmother touched the mice with the wand and turned them into horses.
“Who is going to drive the coach?” asked Cinderella.
“Go to the closet,” replied the godmother.
Cinderella went to the closet and opened it. There was a man inside bound and gagged on the floor. Now, it appeared they had everything they needed.
“What about my clothes?” asked Cinderella, whose apparel consisted of mere rags.
When she was done dancing, she approached her two sisters knowing she had to be careful not to reveal her identity.
“Say,” they said. “You look just like our stepsister. What’s your name?”@“Cinderella,” she replied.
“What a coincidence,” they said. “Our stepsister’s name is Cinderella.”
Cinderella breathed a sigh of relief. They did not suspect a thing. The Prince was another admirer of hers that evening. He could look at nothing else. Finally, when the opportunity presented itself, he approached her.
“Excuse me,” he said. “Are you Cinderella?”
“Well, that’s not my real name,” she said. “That’s just what my sisters call me.”
“Oh, what’s your real name?”
“Beatrice.”
“I see,” said the Prince. “Well, would you like to dance, Cinderella?”
“Of course,” she replied happily.
They danced many times that evening. Suddenly, Cinderella heard the clock strike a quarter to twelve. She quickly left the Prince’s arms and fled the castle. When her sisters returned home later, Cinderella pretended that she had been sleeping the whole night and yawned.
“How was the party?” she asked.
“It was bitchin,” they said. “There was this princess there who looked like you, except she was prettier and smarter. The Prince was really hot for her too. After she left, he was asking if anybody knew her.”
The King’s men took Cinderella, dressed as she was in rags, to the King’s palace and brought her before the Prince. The Prince was delighted to see her finally and asked why she hid from him. Cinderella told the Prince that she feared if he saw her in rags that he might lose his love for her. The Prince chuckled.
“I’m not that shallow,” he said, “I don’t love your clothes, Cinderella. I love your body.”
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yeah, although it's just fictitious, I like this story, it work to amuse me hehe,,, even if I'm not gonna be a cinderella in real life :D
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