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Chapter One

Evil Stepsisters

My feet hit the ground heavily with each step as I ran to my name.

"Isabella! Isabella!!" I ran as hard as I could across the estate to the road that my father had recently departed to on his way to the city for business. I wasn't allowed to come since Cynthia came, because I had "playmates" at home, as if Rose and Sara cared about me.

"I'm running! Coming!" My hair fell to my waist as it became undone and a crowd came into view, and I saw my father's horse on the ground.

Oh no.

As I got closer I saw a frown on Rosalie's face as she mumbled,

"My dress has mud now, Mommy."

"We'll get you a new dress, sweetie," mumbled Cynthia into her bonnet as she pretended to cry.

I planted my feet firmly on the ground underneath all of the trees as the somber crowd melted away to reveal a man on the ground with both legs and one arm twisted the wrong way.

The man was my father.

"I'll need a new dress!" cried Rose. "I'll need new dress now that the stuffy old man is dead, Mommy."

I sighed and moved on, like anyone really cared what I thought about her dress. Like anyone really cared what I thought about things. No one cares about me.

"So," said my stepmother, Cynthia. "Do you like her dress, Rose? Yours is so you ... I wish I could see the prince's face when he sees you!" I scrubbed back and forth across the wooden floor as their irritating and high voices droned on and on.

"I know," said Rosalie. "It's my chance to show him!" She giggled at the thought as she turned to look at Sara, flaunting her blonde curls as she whipped around.

"What do you mean? The prince will fall for me," Sara reassured herself and straightened her beautiful brown locks out on the back of the dress she was showing off.

She shook the letter in her hand. "I was invited first, anyway. He obviously loves me more," Sara said as Rosalie laughed at her attempts.

"Don't be stupid," said Rose, and I held back a laugh at the thought that that was possible, "The prince loves me. I'm the oldest." Their shallow chatter faded out as the argued on which the prince would fall for first.

"Isabella!" cried Cynthia; like she had the day my father had died on the road. She was wearing her Sunday dress that she always said was a beautiful shade of "sea foam" like she'd seen the sea. It was the dress she wore with company.

"Hmm?" I answered, intent on scrubbing the floors until they shined underneath me. "Yes?"

"Is the floor ... clean?"

"It's mostly clean," I said, as I continued to scrub.

"Learn proper English, girl! Madeline wants you outside when you're done," she chirped, then added, "Which one?" She was trying to get my away before the company saw me scrubbing the floors and cleaning the fire.

She pointed to a red dress and a blue dress that I recognized instantly before muttering, "Those are mine, ma'am." It was just another punch in the gut.

"Money's tight." She shook her head in shame. "So, blue, right? I'll get it fixed up with gold trim, Sara. Anyway, Isabella, I need a lively fire when Madam Zmetrovich comes, she's practically off the boat from France and she's stopping here before the castle." She pauses, then adds,

"We should be greatly honored, girl."

"Cinderella," taunted Rosalie. "You're playing with fire."

I lined up the sticks and stuck my tongue out as the babbled on about Mademoiselle Zmetrovich and tinkered about where to put their gold trim along the edges.

Rose, with one quick motion, tossed the invite into the fire as Sara, with her good reflexes, tossed the water in. The girls laughed and Cynthia didn't notice.

I saw it fall over me in the air, the red royal seal abruptly stop, and the tangible feelings of Sara and Rose.

She may have great reflexes, but terrible aim.

The invite landed on my head, slightly burned and sopping wet. "Crap," said Sara. "I wanted to save the invite to the day I fell in love with Prince Edward." Shallow. "His eyes...."

"Hah! None he matter—its Cinderella standard, so Cinderella can have it!"

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