Ever heard of Cinderella in the Supernatural World?
Snow was as pure as her name; she was kind and forgiving with a big heart.
Problem? She was a total pushover and many people took advantage of her kindness, stepping all over her.
Snow had been wa...
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Matt Barr as Joshua Reeves
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"Snow! A word!" Lucille called out as Snow was heading out the front door for school.
Turning around, Snow obediently approached her step-monster. "Yes, Lucille?"
"I want you to go grocery shopping right after school and make a large spread. I am having a few people over for dinner, and I want everything to be perfect, do you hear me?" Lucille sneered, looking at Snow in disgust. "I already called that manager of yours at the Grill. You'll have to work a double shift tomorrow."
Snow nodded meekly, "Is there anything you prefer I get for dinner tonight?"
"I want it to be French oriented... how about Coq Au Vin, hmm? And a nice rum cake with fresh strawberries and cream. I am sure I don't have to remind you to make a delightful salad, do I?" Lucille glared at her. "Also, the number is approximately ten, but be generous."
"No, no, I'll-I'll get right on it after school," Snow whispered. Sadly, she was used to being Lucille, Haisley and Paisley's maid. She had to learn how to cook and clean up after them and obey their every whim ever since she turned ten.
"And..." Lucille turned around as she was making her way out, "I want you gone before the guests arrive. Don't want to have your presence in the room. They are not from town and my daughters shall be in attendance. They know nothing about your filthy existence."
"Um, Lucille, what about money?" Snow hoped Lucille wasn't going to make her pay out her own wages; she already slaved like a dog to be able to get herself decent clothes.
"Tell them to put it on my tab you stupid girl!" Lucille snapped, her tone cold and downright condescending. Snow nodded and practically ran out of the house and into Bonnie's car.
"You'll never believe what the step-monster's making me do," Snow groaned the second she slammed the passenger door shut, desperately keeping her tears at bay.
Bonnie side-glanced at Snow, "Why do I have a feeling it's not good?"
"Because it's Lucille. Nothing about her is good. She called Roy and told him I can't make it to work today so now I have to work double shift tomorrow. She's making me go to the market after school and get groceries for a dinner I have to slave over for tonight."
"Let me guess... a dinner you're not allowed to attend," Bonnie deadpanned.
"Bingo!" Snow sang as they reached Mystic Falls High.
"I cannot stand Lucille Silverstone! I mean, who the hell does she think she is, bossing you around like some sort of high-classed maid," Bonnie hissed, practically spitting acid. Calming down, a sad sigh escaped Bonnie's lips, and she placed a comforting arm around her docile best friend.
