Cinderella (BMP)

Chapter 1

This is a BMP2 story of 'Cinderella'! Basically, the MC (me) is 'Cinderella' in the sense that her two wicked neighbors are constantly putting their chores on her, and combining that with her job, the poor girl can't get a minute to breathe. Then the ball for all of the princes in the game starts, and while the MC would love to go, her neighbors - who are a pair of gold-diggers - push all of their housework onto her. The MC does, in fact, complain about this and makes her stance known, but they don't listen to her.

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At her workplace, her fairy godmother - or rather, godfather, Yosef - sees her plight; with the help of May, the MC's best friend, they cast a little magic for her. And then the story is set! There will be a few twists, though.

Now, who will be her prince? That's for me to know, and you to find out!

Once upon a time... In the land of Nobel Michel... *Record Scratch Noise* Alright, alright! Let's not drag this out in a classic manner, okay? So, let's start!

In one of the apartment buildings in the country of Nobel Michel, dawn was beginning to break. It was a typical day in Nobel Michel, and through the town, everyone was waking up to the beauty of the sunrise.

Especially one young lady, who was waking up at dawn, knowing exactly what kind of day it was going to be for her. Rising up out of bed, the young lady, named Carly, woke up with slightly messy, long, brown hair, and matching brown eyes. She draped her feet over the bed before standing up, stretching, and rubbing her eyes.

"Another day, another painful amount of extra work I don't need..." She said, as she started to get dressed before getting breakfast.

About half an hour later, the young lady ate a breakfast of scrambled eggs, toast, a bowl of strawberries, and a glass of milk. She had finished her breakfast, and just put her dishes in the sink, when...

*Ding-Dong*

She looked to the door and shuddered a bit. She knew who it was at the door at this time of the morning.

Opening the door, she saw two women, who both looked very refined and elegant. These women were her neighbors. One was a woman who was at least a head taller; she was blonde, with her hair in lose curls down her back, grey eyes, wearing elegant jewelry, a black cocktail dress, and a jacket. The other was a head shorter than the first woman. Her hair was raven in a bob cut, green eyes, and she also looked very elegant. She was also wearing a cocktail dress, this one in red, and her jewelry was also quite refined.

"Giselle, Marie," The young lady said, greeting her neighbors limply. "What can I do for you?"

"Carly," Giselle, the blonde, said, as she handed Carly a bag. "These are all of my linens; wash, mend, and have them all sorted in my room by tonight."

"But I..." Carly began.

"By. Tonight." Giselle said, as she leaned in to Carly's face and got in her space. "Or do you want trouble?"

"No..." Carly began. "But I have my own work to do. You shouldn't do this."

Giselle merely shoved the bag into Carly's arms before turning her back and leaving. "By tonight! Hear me?"

Carly subtly rolled her eyes in response before putting the bag down.

"As for me," Marie said, as she shoved a sack into Carly's arms. "This is a bag of all of the food items I need for an elegant dinner tonight; I'm having a prospective, rich man coming into my apartment tonight, and I promised him I would cook."