Cinderella Who

Cinderella Who

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[NOT EDITED] - this means that the story may contain terrible grammar and cliché moments. *wants to rewrite this so much but ... * A night at a Halloween party changes Taylor's life. Taylor Peaksons is a female college student who experiences the life of a fictional character, Cinderella. She has never expected to experience an event from a famous fairy tale. There isn't anything that's stopping her from getting her happy ever after ending with Prince Charming. But, an awful accident prevents her from getting any of that, losing the famous glass slippers. One of the glass slippers is kept by Prince Charming, but where's the other one? [WARNING] Extreme cringe and clichés
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