cinderella | sting x reader

Chapter 3- A New Mother

"You have beautiful wallpaper," the older one, which I soon learned was named Sherry, said with a controlled voice.

I stand behind them at the back, thanking her silently.

"Ever thought of...replacing some furniture?" the other said, a revolted tone to her voice, eyeing the peeling velvet of the couches.

"Sherria!" Minerva warned again, giving my father sultry smile, and he returned one as well.

That... smile he returned.

I haven't seen it in so long now, only directed to my mother and I.

My gaze fell to the ground, hoping to distract my thoughts with counting the brown tiles.

"(y/n), would you please lead them to their rooms?" my father said, and I knew there was no point struggling.

"Of course," I say, trying to but confidence in my voice but failing.

Minerva's head jerked from my father's to mine, undoubtedly noticing my lack of enthusiasm. Her eyes become guarded and dark, making me blush in embarrassment.

"This way please," I ask firmly, removing all misery out of my voice.

I lead them up the stairs, and I lightly turn to the third biggest room.

"Miss Orland, this would be your room," I hold my head down, opening the door for her and she waltzes in.

"Uhm, Sherria? Sherry? Would you like to share a room or have one each?" I ask politely, knowing father would approve.

"Share." they say immediately in synchronization.

That's how it started.

"Oy! You there! Gimme more vooo.....dka!" a drunk woman in a blue bikini and beige shorts yelled, swinging around an empty barrel of wine.

I ignore her, thinking sadly to myself.

In an hour or so, my father has to leave, leaving me behind in this house.

I mean, it isn't the first time, Dad does these kinds of jobs all the time- back then, I didn't mind being left behind, since mother, the servants, and I had lots of free-bonding time.

But now, here in the living room, with people I don't know lounging about, it's hard to think positively.

"(y/n), please do as she says," her voice appears out of nowhere, sultry and sweet.

"Yes, Miss..." I whisper, heading straight for the wine cellar under the stairs.

The wine cellar was humongous- basically a whole floor without walls, filled with shelves of all types of alcohol.

The cold hits me hard, and I wrap my brown ankle-length dress tighter around me.

"Lyra! Capricorn! Taurus! So this is where you've been hiding!" I cry joyfully, hurrying to my little mice friends.

They were all huddled up in a corner, munching on one piece of stale bread.

Taurus was a white mouse, spotted with black, while Capricorn was completely white, and Lyra was a nice shade of brown with light blue eyes.

I smile, instantly happy again. "Now, isn't this a little bit too cold for your kind?" I wink.

Swooping them from the ground, I place them in the loose pockets of my dress. After that, I grab several bottles of the clear, sloshy liquid, wrinkling my nose at the strong smell.

I head back up the stairs, noticing that everyone had moved on to the kitchen, and only the drunk brunette lay on the couch.

"Uhm... Miss?" I question, the vodka now on the small, round table joined with empty snack plates and glasses.