'Hello, again. It's me, Cinderella. Let's recap. So last time we met, we had a fun time. The Author was kind of boring, with all the talk about me cleaning stuff, but overall you got a good idea about the story, right? Wrong! You know nothing about me. In fact, I'm entirely different then what you think. You see I'm-'
Cinderella, I told you before; take it easy and slow. Don't go too fast into the story. Or people won't know-
'Or people won't know what I'm talking about. I know, I know. But it doesn't come naturally to me. In my line of work, there is more action than talking. Hmm, you know what?'
What?
'Why don't you describe the things and I do the action?'
Sounds fair. Let's do that.
'Great! Well then, take it away!'
Ahem, hello again. Welcome to part 2 of the story. I believe I stopped talking when I was talking about the story we all know. Alright, let's see...
In the original story, there was a fairy godmother. She helped Cinderella get a gorgeous dress, glass slippers, and a golden carriage made out of a pumpkin. With that, Cinderella could get to the ball. She danced her night away with the prince and made a lot of girls jealous because of that
"Well, I mean, the dress was stunning. It's a shame what happened to it."
Hush, I'm telling a story.
After the clock stroke midnight, Cinderella rushed down the stairs, lost her glass slipper, and got home just before the carriage turned back into a pumpkin.
"Talk about recycling. Why don't you tell the readers what really happened?"
So, what really happened was this: Cinderella did go to the ball in a gorgeous dress and a pumpkin carriage. The original tale doesn't tell you what occurred between when she arrived, and the time she danced with the prince.
- One year ago -
'Miss Cinderella. We have arrived.' The lackey opened the doors and revealed a giant stair, going all the way up to the palace.
"You wanna know what my first thought was when I saw those monstrous stairs? I thought: Are they *censored* insane? Do I have to climb those stairs in *censored* heels?!"
Thank you for the commentary. Let's continue.
The stairs went all the way up to the palace. When Cinderella was taking this all in, another person stepped out of the carriage. It was, as the original tale would say, Fairy Godmother. She doesn't like that name, though; she prefers Boss. Or something else, but she hates nothing more than the name; "Fairy Godmother".
"Cinderella, don't just stand there. Come with me. You can lean on me when you climb those stairs." Cinderella took the arm of Boss and together climbed those stairs. When they were going higher and higher, they could hear the waltzes and the laughter of young women.
'Are you nervous?'
Cinderella smiled. 'Of course not, why would I? I know my goal, and I know why I'm doing this. The rich get richer every day. It's about time someone does something.'