Cinderella

A story with a twist I wrote along time ago

A shower of bright lights poured over Cinderella like glitter as she was transformed before her very own eyes. Her black hair was in tight , neat curls and hung around her face and down her back. Her dress shone like it had been polished and her glass slippers felt smooth and sensual against the skin of her feet. She looked at herself and smiled

‘That grin is bigger than a Cheshire cat’s,’ her fairy god-mother said.

‘Oh thank you, thank you very much.’ Cinderella smiled as she got into the coach and sped away.Don’t thank me dear the magical woman thought to herself as her kind old face turned smoother and she watched the carriage go out of sight with jealous eyes. You won’t be meeting any princes tonight she thought as a wicked grin crept over her mouth, as she transported herself back to the house.

Cinderella’s coach sped to the Castle and she eagerly rushed up the stairs, paused to breathe one last big breath, adjust her cleverage and the curls in her hair, then went in to seek out the prince. As she wandered the great hallway she couldn’t hear any music or people and thought it strange that there was no noise.

‘Can I help you miss?’ A voice spoke from behind her

‘I have an invitation.’ She held it out to him.

‘Oh the party is not tonight madam, it’s tomorrow.’ He said

Her face dropped and she wanted to cry how could her fairy god-mother have sent her on the wrong evening. She rushed out of the Castle crying and as she did so she ran past the prince’s study. He noticed the beautiful woman that shimmered in silver glitters appear and pass briefly by the door. He got up to see who she was but was too late.

‘Who was she?’ he asked the butler

‘A a young lady for the party sir, I told her that it was tomorrow night, not tonight,’ he replied.

‘She was beautiful. The prince spoke as though in a trance.

He walked outside and noticed a shoe laying on the steps and picked it up.

‘This is hers’. he looked excitedly at the butler. ‘We must conduct a search for the woman who fits this shoe. I quite fancied her.’ he said.

Cinderella ran into the house and up to her room. She ran past her stepmother who asked her why she was all dressed up, ‘There’s nowhere to go tonight my dear’. she laughed as she saw Cinderella cry and run off. She lay on her bed and sobbed, her world couldn’t get much worse. Then her fairy god-mother turned up.

‘Hello my child , why the tears?’ She smiled

‘Because the party was not tonight it’s tomorrow.’ she buried her head into her pillow again.

‘Oh dear, I do apologize,’ her voice sounded sweet and soft but the tone sounded bitchy.

‘That evil cow down stairs is being nasty to me too’. she moaned

‘That evil cow doesn’t appreciate your insolence girl’. the fairy god-mother roared at her and turned back into the stepmother.

‘You shall remain up here for another three weeks for that, you little hussy’.

she laughed at Cinderella as she started to cry and walked down stairs.

The next day came and the ball was busy with elegant , beautiful women
dancing with smart young men and glittering from top to toe in expensive jewels. The
prince stood outside at the entrance and politely acknowledged his guessed as they
arrived, but he was distant, waiting for the beauty to arrive, his heart hopeful. As he
turned to walk in disappointed he heard a voice.

‘Hello handsome’. it said

He smiled as the beautiful young woman he had seen yesterday was standing before him. He held out his hand and they walked in together. He asked her if he could kiss her and as he leant in to peck her cheek she grabbed him and locked her lips to his, giving him a long lingering kiss. The prince stepped back alittle unsteady.
He was not used to this much attention for he had been kept in the grounds of the castle until the king thought he should marry.

They danced the whole night long, the beautiful woman the prince thought was the lady of the night before held onto him delicately as he escorted her around the floor.

‘One last dance?’ the band leader announced, as they played on

The step mother had not realized that the time had gone by so quickly and on doing so quickly made her move, trying to get the prince to ask her to marry him. As the chimes told the court room that the day had ended the beautiful face of the lady the handsome prince was dancing with turned old and twisted, he saw the old woman
standing before him. Shocked he cried out at the thought that he had been tricked by this woman, but before he could say anything she had broken lose and run from the castle and into the darkness beyond the grounds.

‘Who was that?’ The butler spoke in a disgusted tone.

‘I don’t really know, but we must set out to find the lady who had come the night before,’ he spoke in a gallant tone , booming out his voice. ‘I liked her.’ He said quieter.

The next day a search was undertaken by the royal courtiers to find the true Cinderella, when they arrived at the house of the step mother she decided to play at not being in. He banged against the door three times and Cinderella cried as she looked out of the window, her prince was leaving without her. Just as he neared the end of the path he stopped and looked up one last time catching her face at the window.

‘My princess!’ He exclaimed

He knocked harder at the door and she ran to let him in and they hugged tightly. He told her about the step mother and how he had been tricked, she too,told him how she had been tricked. She saw the look of anger and upset on the face of the old woman as she road away with the prince, after all the bad treatment she had suffered from the evil step mother, she still couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for her.