So this is Cinderella with a slight twist. I'm using the names from the Disney version but combining all the Cinderella tales I've read and adding my personal twist to it. Tell me how you like it. :]

This takes place after the ball

-Cinderella-

To think, a month today was the most beautiful night of my life. The dress, the slippers, the enchanted godmother I didn't know I had. Life had resumed since then. Laundry, dishes, and fitting my stepsisters for the grand balls continued since the prince had became enchanted with the girl at the ball. It was told he was completely mesmerized with this girl. So had the entire kingdom, I couldn't ever go to the marketplace without hearing about this girl. I wasn't allowed to go to any of the balls. It was hard to believe it was anything more than a dream.

I was doing the usual chores (cooking them lunch no less) when I heard the door knob turn. My stepmother looked at me, smirked, and locked me inside the kitchen. I heard trumpets playing and I knew exactly what was happening. I began shouting but my stepmother only made her daughters sing to the trumpets. I screamed all throughout Anastasia's try.

"Drusilla!" Stepmother said. I could hear her stepping towards the chair. I could just picture the duke with my slipper, holding it out for her. I could see the prince standing stiffly—no he would be slouching slightly since this was the last house watching—I knocked and kicked the door. I was locked in the kitchen adjacent to the common room. I tried adjusting the curtains so I could see but my body was weak and limp.

"Please, please let me out! The slipper is mine!" I screamed as the second of my stepsisters tried on the slipper. My screams, I was afraid had grown to be sobs and mutters.

"It fits!" The duke shouted. How? I asked myself. How does it fit when it's my shoe? Something was filling my soul, my heart, and the burning in my stomach.

"It fits?" Asked my stepmother and her daughters.

"Well enjoy your life at the palace, my darling girl." I heard the prince make an awkward laugh. My stepsisters were as ugly as my stepmother, look and personality wise.

"Ar—Are you sure these are your only daughters?"

"Yes, indeed it is." She said in her sour way. I could see her face in that curt, wrinkly, smug smile.

The prince laughed. "Duke, I just realized what an awful idea this was. You see, there are plenty of people with the same size feet."

"B-B-But sire, you said so on your declaration." The duke whimpered.

"Yes, we wouldn't want a reason to undermine the hierarchy, would we sire?" Stepmother said. It was an impregnated silence. I groaned, I had had enough. I kicked the door open. My fairy godmother glided next to me.

"Oh dearie, Cinderella. Maybe this happened for a reason?"

"I have lived like this for sixteen years! I'm a maid no more." I took the glass slipper out of my apron and threw my apron down as my animal friends watched, shocked.

"I live here. I've lived here for sixteen years. Try on the shoe if you wish but I have the other." I lifted my arm in the air with the other glass slipper. "Prince, it was I who you met. It was I who left at twelve." I said. The prince and duke exchanged looks of confusion

"You dirty wench!" My stepmother cried. "You stole my daughter's other shoe! She's been looking for that." Stepmother slapped my face and I fell into a chair. The prince didn't give another glance. He sighed and held his arm out for his future queen. "No one could love an ugly cinder girl, Cinderella." I ran to the window and he led Drusilla into the carriage.

"No! Please!" The horses grew smaller and smaller with every trough. My hands on the cold glass.

"Get back to work." Stepmother hissed and with my face low, I headed back to the kitchen.

So did you like it? Should I continue? Review please! Criticism is always welcomed