Once upon a time, a long time ago, in a kingdom of kings and queens, a knight and his daughter, the girl was beautiful and sweet beyond imagining. They said the child was the only consolation left to the noble knight after losing his beloved wife and that, in turn, the knight was the only thing the child had.

Believing that the girl needed a maternal figure, the knight married a woman, the woman's name doesn't matter, because the names of the villains in the stories don't usually matter, much less whether what is told is true or false, but the important thing is, this woman brought with her daughters, two girls from her old marriage.

The girl, exited, received the new members of her family and for a time, harmony seemed to reign in the mansion, until the knight died, leaving the girl in the care of her stepmother.

The poor girl received endless mistreatment and her noble birth had become a mockery. Wash, sew, clean, cook. Those were the tasks the girl was now doing if she wanted to stay in the house. Her beautiful dresses had become dusty and worn rags, her old room had been removed and she had been given a cold, battered attic to sleep.

The place was cold and the windows were squeaking in front of the wind, which had led the girl to lie down by the kitchen stove, which had made her walk covered in ashes. This cinderella look gave him his nickname.

We all know the tale of Cinderella, the shoe and the prince.

The happy ending and ruin of the villains who once mistreated her.

But tales are tales and truth is truth.

Many times, just to create a beautiful fantasy, the mouth recites what sounds sweet to her, among the commoners, the magical story of this girl spread by engraving itself deep in people's minds.

The truth is that this tale… is, like all, a beautiful, disguised and gentle lie.