A/N~ Ok, I am reposting this story, because I noticed a few mistakes, and I figured as long as I was editing the rest of it, I might as well fix them. Please review. I am sorry for slow updates, but I only have a few minutes each day to work on this. Sorry!!! I'll update again asap!

~*~One day your prince will come, mine just is too stubborn to face reality and get to know me!~*~

My name is Ana Sophia and I am 17 years old. I am the daughter of the Duke of Corenth, and my mother died when I was four years old. I am a version of the classic Cinderella, but my father has taken the place of the evil stepmother. My stepmother was very nice until she died eight years ago, leaving my father with her daughter Pricilla. Pricilla, by chance, is evil, my age, and in love with the prince. Don't I have just the ideal family? You must not have noticed the sarcasm in that question if you are sitting there saying, "No, why would you say that? They're very awful!"

My father hates me because I am a woman rather than a man. He believes that the first child born to a duke should be a boy, and instead he had me. In the two years before my stepmother arrived an after my mother died, I was ignored by father unless there were guests over. My mother-figure then was the cook of the house, Cara, and truthfully, she still is. My father adores Pricilla because in his mind, she is his second daughter, and therefore it is fine that she is a girl. Since her mother died, I have become the servant of the house because she wanted it so. She makes me work from dawn until midnight or later, and I hardly ever have time to bathe, so she is always calling, "CinderAna, CinderAna, do this, do that!" It is very annoying. Lucky for me it is a law in Corenth that every servant has to have at least one day off a week and get paid at least three copper KC's a week. KC stands for Kingdom of Corenth and they are the money system around here, with copper, silver, and gold coins.

My stepmother Isabella taught me how to dance, ride, and curtsy when she taught her daughter. My few friends, Steven the stable boy and Hanna the kitchen girl, have taught me many other things. Steven taught me how to swordfight and climb rocks and trees. Hanna taught me how to cook and tell jokes and use sarcasm. I hope that everything they taught me will come in handy in the future. If not, then at least I'll have fun!

I suppose I should start the story now. You see, it starts unlike many others. It starts with a "What do you think you're doing!?"

"What do you think you're doing!?" Pricilla screamed at me from her view point on the stairs.

I was actually scrubbing the entire entrance hall with only a square foot of an already dirty rag. I had already made breakfast for Pricilla, helped her dress, done her hair, washed all the mirrors in the house (You wouldn't believe how hard that was. Because Pricilla has an obsession with how she looks, there is a mirror beside every door and window in the house.), and cleaned every window and was now doing this, all on her orders. Needless to say, I was extremely tired, for I had been up since dawn and it was now a quarter 'til six. Would you believe that I still have to help make dinner? My life sucks.

"I told you to scrub the floor with lemon smelling water, not chocolate smelling water! You must do it again the right way, and be ready for the dinner in an hour. Papa says the prince is coming to meet me, and that you must make me look even more beautiful than I already do!"

You're probably wondering: How could she smell the water from the second floor? And why was she calling my father Papa? She is probably smelling the chocolate cake baking for desert for the dinner with the prince, and since she never knew her father because he died in an accident after she was born, she has always called my father 'Papa'. Did I answer your questions? Good.

"Yes Lady Pricilla," I said with my head bowed, like a good little servant, even though I wanted to scream at her that she could do it all herself because I quit. But I didn't.

"Good. Now be quick about it, I want you to be ugly as soon as possible, in case the prince comes early!" Pricilla huffed up the stairs in what I suppose she thought was a regal manner.

Instead of scrubbing the floor again I just finished the first scrubbing and went to go bathe and 'make myself ugly' as Pricilla put it.

As I went to my closet to pick out my clothes I heard a knock on my bedroom door. But instead of waiting, my father barged through the door. In his hands was a sea blue dress with a baby blue ribbon on it." I want you to look perfect tonight."

"What?!?" This was very weird, the only time he wanted me to look good is when we were at balls...then he cut me out of my train of thought.

"You need to look good for tonight...period!!" he said with a hint of anger in his voice. He threw the dress down on my bed then stormed out.

"What was that all about?!?" Cara said as she walked in the room with a shocked expression on her face.

"I don't know. Father told me to look my best for tonight, but I don't know why!" I exclaimed with the shock still in my voice.

"Well then, we must get to work." Now she was scaring me. She had a wide smile on her face and I swear if she grinned any larger, her mouth would stretch from ear to ear. "Now sit!" So I did.With the grin still on her face she started to torture me. First thing was the corset. 'I swear these things were made to torment women.' I thought as she squeezed my lungs until I couldn't breathe. Then Cara pulled my hair up into a complicated twist at the back of my head. Next was the dress, and it was beautiful.And last but not least makeup. 'Gross, sticky gunk!' I thought. I had always thought that makeup was unnecessary, it smelled and was hard to get off. Trust me; I knew because I was the one who had to scrub Pricilla's off of her face every night. Cara put mascara on me that made my pink eyes stand out even more.

As we walked out the door I ran into Lady Pricilla who looked shocked to see me. "Well it's nice to see you milady," I said with a slight smile.

"Papa?!?" She screamed, not bothering to ask me what was going on. "Papa!!" Now she started to cry and walk as swiftly as she could down the hallway. "Papa!!" Now it's anger. 'Damn she changes moods quickly!' But instead of waiting to see what it would be next, I walked down stairs. 'Wow, she is still calling his name!'

"Ana Sophia?" a maid walked by with a shocked expression on her face. Then she resumed her normal blank expression, paused and said, "This way please, your father wants to see you in the parlor."

As we walked to the parlor I heard father and Pricilla fighting about something but I couldn't understand them, for they were too far away. Most likely she was yelling at father about me. As we entered the parlor I saw a man sitting down and two men on either side of him.

I curtsied and said, "Hello sir, I'm afraid I don't know who you are. Please forgive me for asking, but what is your name?"

With a shocked expression he said, "Why milady, I am Prince Kolbi of Corenth."

I stared at him and what I presumed to be his royal advisors or bodyguards or some-such thing. Then I said, "Well then, I suppose I'll see you at dinner."

I turned and went to where I could hear Pricilla screaming, thinking that my father would be nearby. I was correct. He was still arguing with Pricilla about me and my dress.

"But Papa, I was supposed to be the prettiest here! Why does she even have that dress?!" Pricilla whined. When she saw me, for she was facing the doorway and father was facing her, she glared and almost sneered, but she wanted me to hear what father was going to say in response. She obviously thought it was going to make me feel bad. Boy was she wrong.

"Pricilla, darling, I gave Ana Sophia that dress." He saw her shocked expression and her glance at me. He turned and said, "Ana Sophia, what are y-"

"WHAT?!?" Pricilla interrupted. "WHY!? WHY DOES SHE GET A BEAUTIFUL DRESS AND I DON'T?" Pricilla was out of breath by the time she finished her sentence.

"Pricilla, go downstairs and check to see how the prince is doing. We will finish this conversation later."

"Bu-"

"Now!"

She huffed, shoved me out of her way, and left.

"Father, why did you send me down to where the prince was AND NOT TELL ME WHO WAS IN THERE!!??" I screamed. Father cringed, but looked right at me.

"Because-" he started, but stopped and stared at something behind me. I turned and froze, wondering how much he had heard.

"Who was in where?" Prince Kolbi asked. Well that answers that question. .