Drisella's Dilemma by JennyUsPplz

Disclaimer: 00 I don't own Cinderella. Audience: GASP!
Summary: Cinderella is on Drisella's last nerve, and Drisella will do ANYTHING to get her sister off her back… even if it means resorting to drastic measures… (PLEASE, READ AND REVIEW!)

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"How lovely to be a woman like mmmeeeeeee!" A high soprano voice rang through the mansion.

"Shut up already!" Drisella yelled, throwing her quill onto the desk. After a few moments of silence, she sighed and began to resume her work, only to be interrupted by a chorus of "I feel pretty! Oh so pretty!"

"Argh!" She jumped from her seat and slammed the door shut, holding out some of Cinderella's "music." Does she have to sing every single stupid song two octaves above normal! She massaged her aching ears, then picked up the quill and began to get back to work.

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Cinderella snickered; she loved getting Drisella mad. She loved getting Bella mad too, not to mention her stepmother. Oh, and that stupid old cat, she loved getting him riled up, too. Now that she thought about it, she loved getting just about everyone mad. She shrugged and swept her broom from side to side, actually spreading the dust. She blissfully remembered her first encounter with the Beau family.

"Cinderella, this is going to be your stepmother. Ms. Beau, meet my daughter, Cinderella." Her father smiled, lightly pushing her forward.

"Nice to," Cinderella sighed, "meet you." Geez, this is so boring, she thought. I'll know her for the rest of my life, so why do I have to waste my time getting to know her now?

Ms. Beau brightened up, "Oh, it's very nice to meet you too! Your father's told me many great things about you!" Cinderella didn't say anything, and Ms. Beau cleared her throat, "Erm, well… Oh! I should introduce you to your new sisters, Drisella and Bella!" Her two daughters stepped forward and curtsied. Cinderella mentally glared, Great, I have two goody-goodies for sisters.

"Cindy, oh, can we call you that?" The older one—apparently named Drisella— asked, and Cinderella just nodded. "Cindy, do you want to go have some tea with us right now? We should be leaving these two love-birds alone…" Drisella smiled, making the adults blush slightly.

"Yeah, sure," Cinderella nodded and followed them, who were skipping away to get their tea set.

After the tea was set out, Cinderella thought of a way to liven up the day. She sat down excitedly, "Oh! My friends and I used to play this game, where you try and put all kinds of weird stuff into your tea and you dare someone else to drink it! Do you want to try? It's not very hard to learn—"

"No, that's okay, dear," Drisella smiled. Cindy's smile disappeared, and she slumped into her chair. This is going to be even more boring than I thought…Then suddenly Cindy hatched another idea!

"Um, Bella, could you show me where the kitchen is?" Cinderella asked innocently.

"Why, yes. It's right around that corner," Bella pointed to the far end of the room.

Cinderella smiled, "Thank you…" She then speed-walked to the kitchen —you aren't allowed to run indoors—and searched for the salt container. She picked up a jar, Is this salt? Or sugar? How do you tell? She eyed the jar carefully. She then yelled over her shoulder "Bella, how do you tell if a jar is salt or sugar?"

Bella rushed over, and Cinderella gave her the jar. Bella answered, "Oh! This is the salt… You won't need this for tea!" She put it on the counter and grabbed another jar filled with white crystals, "This is the sugar." She handed it to Cindy and then rushed back to Drisella. Cindy grabbed the jar on the counter and compared the two. The only difference she saw was that the sugar jar had a white lid and the salt jar had a tan one. She quickly switched the lids and grabbed the salt jar, which now had the sugar jar's lid on it.

"Oh, Drisella! I thought you might like some sugar for your tea. It's terribly bland," Cindy said, already scooping lots of salt out of the container with a spoon.

"No, that's fi—"

"No, really! Have some!" Cindy piled more on. There was so much salt in the cup that a little island was forming above the tea's surface.

"Oh," Drisella sighed, "Erm… thank you…?"

Cindy just smiled mischievously and proceeded to drink her own tea, as Drisella stirred hers. Drisella took a sip… and immediately sprayed it all over the table and poor Bella!

"What is wrong with you, Drisella!" Bella exclaimed as Drisella grabbed a napkin and roughly dragged her tongue all over it, trying to get as much salt off as possible. Cindy suddenly burst out laughing, and Bella stared at the two of them.

"Ssee puh sal im my hee!" Drisella cried out, still dragging her tongue on the napkin.

"What? She put salt in your tea?" Bella looked at Cindy, who suddenly looked extremely shocked, as if the crime could never be committed by innocent, little her. Bella frowned, "Did you put salt in her tea?"

"Who, me?"

"Yes, you."

"Why would I do that?"

"I don't know, but you still didn't answer my question."

"Which question?"

"My first question."

"The question 'Why would I do that?'"

"No! You asked that question!"

"But I don't remember you asking any question before that."

"I asked 'Did you put salt in her tea?'"

"Really? I don't remember you saying that."

"I did."

"No, I really think you didn't."

"What?"

"I think you're making this all up, and it was you who put the salt in her tea."

"That's crazy!"

"Why would you do that?"

"I didn't!"

Drisella groaned, still getting some salt off, as Cindy tried very hard to stifle her giggles.

They heard a call from outside the window, "Cinderella, dear! It's time to go!"

Cinderella, who had greatly enjoyed her visit, smiled at her sisters, "It was a pleasure meeting you." Bella, still frustrated, was about to say something, when Cindy quickly curtsied and ran out to the carriage, where her father was already seated. Cindy suddenly remembered something, "Oh! Bella!" She yelled, "Switch back the sugar and salt lids—BYE!" The horses began their trot, the carriage rolled gracefully away from the mansion.

Cinderella brightened up at that memory. Of course she didn't dare bring it up around Drisella or Bella, who were still very bitter about the whole event.

Ding dong! The doorbell rang, and Cinderella dropped her broom and rushed to answer the door. She opened it to a very stiff man in a bright red suit with an absurdly high collar. She smiled, "May I help you?"

"Yes, could you please give this to the owner of this estate," He handed her a letter, "Thank you." He said, then bowed. Cindy curtsied back, shut the door, and went to go fetch her step-mother.

"Mom! MOM! MOM," Cinderella ran to her mom's study and quickly opened the door accidentally hit her mom's head, "MO—OH! Are you alright? I'm so sorry! Do you need ice? OK, I'll go get ice!" About to sprint away, Cinderella's hand was grabbed by her mom, who yanked her back.

"It's fine; it's fine. Now what is all of this yelling for?" Mrs. Beau looked very irritated.

"There's a letter for you." She handed the letter to her mom.

Mrs. Beau frowned, "Why didn't they just use the mail carrier—OH MY GOODNESS!" Mrs. Beau's eyes lighted up when she opened the letter.

"What's going on?" Bella and Drisella appeared in the doorway.

"It's an invitation… FROM THE PRINCE!"

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A/N: Well, READ AND REVIEW:D PLEASE! (Just to let you know, the actual plot will probably begin to unfold within the next two chapters, if not just the next one.)