You know the false story of Cinderella. A girl can’t go to the ball because her cruel stepmother and stepsisters make her do chores all day. Then a fairy godmother comes and brings her to the ball yeah,yeah. I will tell you the true version of the story
One day my daughters & I realized that our chores became too much for us. So I got married again.The man I married was kind and thoughtful. He had a daughter of his own named Cinderella. My daughters and Cinderella didn't get off to a great start.
Now, according to her side of the story, when her father died, she was a “slave in her own house” She told everybody we didn't pay her a thing. This is a big lie. I paid her 57.09 pounds per week. My daughters also helped with the chores to. Unlike her, they didn’t do it just for the money.
I'm the only one doing chores. *sniffle* I hate this!*sniffle* *sniffle*
No your not!
One day, the royal messenger came, telling us about the ball. My daughters, Cinderella and I were so excited. But, I should've known that the little brat wanted more then to just go to the ball. She wanted a grand entrance, a dramatic story to tell.
There is going to be a ball!
When I got back home from the shop Cinderella was eager to see the dresses. When she saw them she immediately started saying a lot of nonsense. “But, this is all we can afford.” I said hoping she would understand. But,of course, she didn’t. “We are going to the ball! A Ball! This is all you get me! I can’t believe it!” she would say and then I responded by saying “Well, a huge chunk of the money I earn goes to the money I give you for doing chores. How about you buy yourself a dress using that money instead!” “But..... ugh!” she said and ran back to her room.
At the ball, I was having a great time.I was just about to help myself to a glass of wine when...