The dishes made a very faint tinkling sound. Cinderella, having heard this noise, turned to the sink and began to clean the impatient dishes, her hands feeling raw from her constant cleaning. Cinderella felt as if her entire body was aching in protest to continuing doing chores, but no she could not listen. There was work to be done.
Suddenly a little wind blew against Cinderella's face. It was not meant to be a pleasant breeze. Instead it was a notice, a warning of sorts. The clothes hanging outside were dry ready to be folded and put away.
Her knees began to shake as if the prospect of folding laundry was downright unbearable. The wind, as if sensing her body's refusal, blew against her face a little harder, commanding Cinderella to obey. Cinderella didn't pay any mind. The only noticeable difference was that she worked faster, so she could go fold the clothes. The breeze was still there, but Cinderella's hands were washing and she couldn't pull away.
The dish water appeared to have a faint pinkish tint to it. Most likely her hands had gotten bloody. However, the dishes had no care for Cinderella's cuts and so she could not go dress her wounds. Ignoring the pull of her body toward the clothesline, Cinderella attempted to focus on the dishes. It was a crude effort to get them cleaned faster.
A crash echoing through the large manor made Cinderella's head snap up from the sink. The large, previously spotless, entrance hall was covered in dirty mop-water. Standing over the upset bucket was Stepmother, her eyes glinting malevolently. Making no effort to right her wrong, she stood there with a rather gloating smile- or an attempt at a smile since she was too horrible to know how to smile- on her face. With a sneer she turned to go outside where her idiotic daughters were no doubt waiting. There were off to the ball after all.
Cinderella was left alone in the dark estate with nothing but her angry thoughts, not at Stepmother, but at herself. How foolish was she to leave a bucket filled with dirty water in the foyer? Of course her spiteful guardian would spill it that was just how she was. It was in her nature.
A new breeze picked up from the entrance hall to inform Cinderella of the spill. As if she hadn't heard the crash. Rolling her eyes at the breeze's stupidity, Cinderella made to go clean the mess when she found that her body would not budge. There were still dishes to clean!
As Cinderella absorbed this rather devastating fat the breeze from outside reminded her of the laundry as well. Cinderella bit her lip in frustration as she felt herself being pulled in three different directions at once. Hot tears filled her eyes at the unfairness of it all. Abruptly, her body snapped, it could not take it any longer. Cinderella crumpled to the ground with a sob.