Now, you may think that you know the story of Cinderella, but let me tell you. All of you have been fed nothing but lies. Let me tell you the REAL story of Cinderella.
I met Cinderella on the day her father married my mother. I know you%u2019ve all been told that my mom was a tyrant, but nothing could be farther from the truth. Mom was a hard-working, but beautiful woman. Mom had to go to work to send Drezella and I to school. She sewed beautiful clothes for the wealthy people in town. She always placed a high importance on education, and told us that we could be anything we wanted if we had an education. I was going to be a political journalist and Drezella was going to be a chemical engineer.
Then Mom met Charles, Cinderella%u2019s dad. And worse she married him.
At first, everything seemed fine. Charles was a nice man, but wouldn%u2019t let us do anything He didn%u2019t want the neighbors thinking that any of us had to work, so he hired servants to do the things my mother told him she would gladly do. But he wouldn%u2019t hear of it.
As for Cinderella, she spent her days looking in the mirror pretending to have conversations with %u201Cher prince%u201D and reading those silly fairytales. Really, it was shameless! She would sit for hours in front of the mirror saying things like, %u201COh, Prince Charming. I would love to dance with you!%u201D and %u201CYes, yes, I%u2019ll marry you!%u201D
Then, one day, Charles died, and we were on our own again. We weren%u2019t concerned. Mom figured that there should be some money in the bank. Boy was she wrong.
Not only was there no money in the bank, but Charles had borrowed several thousand dollars to keep up appearances for the neighbors.
Well, mom went home and fired all the servants, and opened up a dress shop right in our home. Drezella and I graduated from high school and started college, helped mom with the business, and each worked another part-time job in tow.
That left Cinderella. She refused to do anything. She sat in her room and cried, and talked to her mirror. She wouldn%u2019t leave her room at all.
We would read to her each night, but still she would just sit and us things like, %u201CDo you think my prince will come for me tomorrow?%u201D One night I told her that, yes, I did think that her prince would come the next day, but that she needed to look beautiful for him and come down first thing in the morning.
The lie seemed to work for a while. Cinderella got up every morning and came downstairs. She ate with us and even talked of sensible things. Mother thought it only fair that now that Cinderella was doing better she would help out with housework. We told her that it wouldn%u2019t do for the prince to come and see a mess. With this thought in mind, Cinderella got to work and cleaned every minute of the every day.
Then we made a terrible mistake. We suggested to her that she think about going to college with us. She went ballistic! She started ranting and raving that she NEEDED the prince. That her life was nothing without her prince, and that we were keeping the prince from her. Then, she ran back to her room and locked the door again.
Mom said that it was time for action. She had seen a flyer, advertising a ball at the castle. The prince was having a ball and had vowed to dance with every eligible maiden. We knew that we needed to get Cinderella to that ball, get her noticed by the prince and then, hopefully he would take her off our hands forever.
At first we just told Cinderella about the ball. But all she said that the prince needed to be a gentleman, and that he needed to come to her.
Then, I had an idea. We all knew what a love Cinderella had for those silly fairy tales, so I suggested that we create one. Mom would dress up like the %u201Cfairy godmother%u201D and give Cinderella a beautiful dress to wear. Shoes were a problem, as we knew that plain, ordinary shoes would have Cinderella questioning the magic of her fairy tale. The, Drezella came up with the idea of taking a mold of Cinderella%u2019s foot and making her a pair of shoes from a polycarbon resin. The shoes would be clear and molded perfectly for Cinderella%u2019s feet, yet they would be durable enough for dancing (and running). Come on, you didn%u2019t really think that glass would make good shoes, did you?
Then I went to work. I printed up personal invitations, which Drezella and I delivered to the homes of the most beautiful girls in the kingdom that stated the ball would begin at midnight.
The rest is history. After Drezella and I left to guard the gate. Mom, dressed up as %u201Cthe fairy godmother%u201D, gave Cinderella the gown, showed her the coach we borrowed from the neighbors (as their daughters wouldn%u2019t be needing it until 11:30 to go to the ball, ha ha). And then told her that she needed to be home by midnight. Cinderella showed up at the ball, the prince fell in love with the most bequtiful girl at the ball and used her specially made shoe to find her. They got married and Cinderella moved out. The plan worked perfectly . . .
Except we hadn%u2019t really planed on Cinderella making up hose horrible stories about us just to gain more sympathy from the people and to explain her odd behavior, and what did WE get for all our trouble? Nothing but a bad reputation.
. What I would do is edit and re-read. Hoped that helped.
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