Everyone knows the story of my mother. Don't know who she is? I'll give you a hint. She went to a ball in a pumpkin that turned into a carriage with a little bit of bippity boppity boo and left behind a glass slipper at midnight. That's right. My mother is Mirabella. Ella to her friends, and Cinderella to the world. But the thing is, she didn't go to the ball that night to have a night off or find love or whatever lies those people were telling you. She went to the ball that night to kill the prince.All Rights Reserved