Today is my second year as a "maid", as Hattie, my step sister, would call it. Her over sized teeth were commanding me to get up and, "get her ready for her big day!" whatever that means.
When I was finished dressing her, which was now a routine, she dispatched me to do my regular chores. While she and her overly dumb sister, Olive, would eat. During that time I would help Mandy (my fairy godmother) in the kitchen, collect eggs, and sometimes wash the main floors. Depending on how "Mum Olga" felt that day. Today she seemed pretty happy.
At lunch Hattie finally told me what her "big day" was. A ball. How utterly boring. Not only did I hate going, but it reminded me of my better days, when I wasn't a servent in my own home. Hattie of course knew this, she loved the idea of me suffering. It gave her pleasure.
The preperation for the ball began. Right after breakfast. Perfect, I thought, that would give me the whole night to myself to read. (reading is one of the pleasures that Hattie "allows" me to enduldge on. Lucky me.
Not only did her corset NOT fit, but she was determened to fit into it, to be as "skinny as me". That was perposterus, not only was that impossible, but it was unimaginable, she was huge compaired to me.
After three threatening calls by "Mum Olga" did Hattie decide to tell me that I was going to the ball. She seemed to be thrilled about it, actually, quite odd. She looked at me and commanded me to get ready. So, not able to stop myself, I walked to my room and took one of my mothers gowns. It was beautiful. Only, I couldn't make myself get into the dress. I was a disaster. I was dirty, I imagine I was smelly, and my hair was in knots.I heard Mandy silently come into my room, and with small magic, she made me clean and gave me some perfume that she had saved when my mother died. Although my hair wasn't up, it looked nice with the white gown.
After 30min. I decided that this was as good as it was going to get. I was off to the ball