She tripped halfway up the stairs to the house, her left shoe slipping off her foot. Thankful it hadn’t happened to or from the ball she got up onto her feet almost instantly. She stepped into her house quickly after picking up the satain slipper. She ran her fingers along the heel, wishing she owned a pair of her own. Sadly Ella only ever let her own blood own such lovely things.
“‘It wouldn’t be polite to let the help own such pretty things,’” Cinder muttered under her breath as she slipped out of the dress.
She started sweeping the floors again and by the time her stepmother and sisters got home she had everything clean, including the dress and gloves.
“There is no point of you staying up any longer than to help my girls and I undress,” Ella said.
Cinder did so and went to bed.
Her dreams were full of the vivid lights and sounds of the ball. She could still taste the sweet chocolate on her tongue, a rare treat for her. And the smells of the other hor d’Ourves (most drenched in chocolate) gliding around her. Not to mention the smell of the ladies’ perfume dancing around her nose throughout the night.
She woke up heartbroken that there wasn’t a ball that night.
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Cinder Maid
FantasyWritten way back in like 2015 when I was in 6th grade, this story won two writing contests in Illinois. It's nothing special, but it means a lot to me because it proved that people enjoyed reading my work. It's a simple retelling of Cinderella and I...
