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Okay, so this is my 2nd contest entry in the Village Square Forum. ((No, actually, it's my first, since the first contest entry I posted wasn't updated in the poll *tears* T^T)) Anywaaaaayyy… the theme for the contest is "Dance". Why is entitled, "Cendrillon"? Well, read the story!

PS: Cendrillon is the french for "Cinderella". And "Cinderella" means a beautiful girl, not the one from the Disney movie. X3


"Can I show the two guys that I can be a… Cinderella?" she thought to herself.

Chelsea stood on the intersection towards her farm. Apparently, she needed to go to two places the next day. She needed to the forest in the afternoon; after that she also had to go to Mineral Town in the evening. Simple as it may sound, the places weren't her problem; the people who she was going with to those places were her problem.

It all started this morning…

...

It was a fine and sunny day for Chelsea. Well, everyday was fine except when there was storm.

She looked at her calendar. It was Fall 29; two days before Winter. She needed to water her crops today and hope they would grow by tomorrow, or else the plants would wither when the Winter comes.

She got up from bed, and ate breakfast quickly. Thirty minutes later, she was out working on the farm again, watering so fast and she made sure that not a single patch of land was left dry. She lost so much energy, so she rested for a while and sat by the shade of a tree.

"Glad I've got the whole Winter to rest. Sigh." She whispered.

She stood in front of the tree, thinking to herself, 'What do I do now? I'm done with my work, and it's not lunchtime yet.'

Chelsea then started walking to the town, unsure of what to do next.

"Oh, thank you, Vaughn. I thought the pig would run away for good!" Mirabelle laughed.

"It's nothing…" he lifted his hat in response. "Well, I'll be going now. Take care and be careful of the little piggy; he's gonna be a bit of a pain the neck, but you'll get used to it."

Mirabelle nodded, then entered her house with the pig.

"Hm?" Chelsea gazed upon Vaughn, who was in front of Mirabelle's house.

"Vaughn!" she shouted.

"Oh, it's you, Chelsea." He instantly saw her.

"Today's your work day, I forgot. So, are you going home already?" she asked quite suddenly.

"Yeah. Why?"

"Well…" Chelsea looked around for a while. "Will you… finish early tomorrow?"

"Maybe around 2:00 pm. Then I'll be coming back again next week."

"Ah, well…" she tried to find the right words. "Would you like to go stroll around the forest after you're done? I mean, I've got nothing to do tomorrow, either…"

"Well, okay then. I'll be killing time tomorrow afternoon then, maybe after lunch. I'll be going now, bye." He waved goodbye before leaving.

Chelsea felt so happy. She was going to spend the whole afternoon tomorrow with Vaughn! She felt proud that she got the courage to ask him out for a walk.

She skipped all the way back to her farm, when…

"Chelsea!" someone said loudly.

"Huh— waaaah!" she shouted.

*bump* *thump*

"Ooofff…" she got hit.

"Ow.. ow.." the person who she hit whimpered.

"Oh man, are you okay, I— Pierre! I'm so sorry!" she stood and pulled him up.

"Chelsea! Finally!" Pierre hugged her. "I've been looking for you!"

She stared at him, clueless as to what he was saying.

"Oh, Chelsea, sorry! I was looking for someone like you!" he fixed his purple top hat.

"Um… why?" she asked.

"You see… In Mineral Town, the very famous Gourmet Chef just invited me to the most prestigious party of the year! There'll be dancing and food there! Problem is…" he looked down to his feet.

"Go on…" she said.

"Well, the Gourmet Chef wants me to bring a girl with me, or else they won't let me in. I haven't asked other girls yet, but…" Pierre started to blush, playing with his little fingers, which Chelsea found quite cute and irresistible. "Would you… come with me tomorrow night? I just wish you weren't busy…"

Chelsea couldn't decline the offer; he looked so cute and petite that it was so hard for her to stare at his face and say 'No'. She noticed Pierre's red cheeks, and she started to blush for reasons she didn't even know.

"O-Of course I will…" she tried to wipe the redness off her cheeks.

"Really..? Thank you, thank you, and thank you so much!" He hugged her again because of sheer excitement. "I'll pick you up at 6 pm in your farm, kay? Do wear your best dress! The Gourmet Chef wants nothing more than a very formal party! Okay then, bye! Thanks so much again, Chelsea!" Pierre scurried away happily like the little boy he is.

...

So Chelsea was left with her own thoughts on the intersection. She felt so happy that Vaughn and she were going to be alone tomorrow afternoon after his work. The reason why she invited him to a walk was because… she wanted him to realize that she was more than a farm girl so that he would eventually fall in love with her...

and there was Pierre. He was this cute and innocent boy that Chelsea could never resist, even though he doesn't try to be cute. When she was invited to the Gourmet Chef's party, she wanted to impress everyone by unleashing the beauty inside her. She wanted to be more than a simple farmer going to a prestigious party.

That's when she thought, "Can I show the two guys that I can be a… Cinderella?"

Chelsea then thought of something. She ran south, wanting to ask someone something important.

*knock* *knock* *knock*

Three knocks were heard at the door of Lanna's house.

"Come in!" Lanna shouted from her bedroom

The door flung wide open, and standing at the doorstep was Chelsea, panting.

"Lanna… Lanna…" Chelsea gasped for some air, then fixed her posture. "Can I ask a small… favor?"

"Hmm? Chelsea!" Lanna ran up to her. "What do you want to ask?"

"Well, um… you're a singer right? So does that mean… you have a lot of formal dresses?" she felt shy asking that.

"Of course I do! What kind of pop star would I be without formal dresses? Wait, why are you asking?" Lanna's eyes lit up. "You have a date tomorrow, don't you?"

"Um… you see…" Chelsea tried not to make it too obvious.

"I knew it! I'll find the perfect dress for you!" she clapped her hands in happiness and rushed over to her over-sized closet.

As she opened the closet, Chelsea gazed at the contents with awe. Lanna had at least twenty dresses and multiple shoes, and everything was sparkling with glitters and different colors.

For a while, the two picked different dresses, and Chelsea and Lanna ended up getting a simple blue dress laced with fur at the top and bottom; it had 3 small but sparkling diamond shapes at the lower part if the dress.

"Maybe you'll end up being like Cinderella! You'll get to dance with a prince, then leave your shoe… oh, wait!" Lanna looked for something.

Lanna also lent Chelsea her sparkling glass shoes with each a leather strap, so that, as Lanna said, Chelsea wouldn't end up leaving the shoes behind unlike Cinderella.

"Thanks so much Lanna!" Chelsea smiled and hugged her.

"Ah, it's okay. Say, I've got a tip for you. Whoever you're dating with, and I won't ask who, just remember that you should think if he's the right guy for you, or he's just a friend. You know that feeling that you get butterflies in your stomach and your cheeks start to tingle all of a sudden? That's how you should feel when you're in love!" Lanna stated.

"How did you know all of these things?" the farmer asked.

"…Denny tells me too much stuff, even though I don't wanna hear it. Hee hee!" the singer giggled.

"Well then, Lanna, thanks again! Bye!" Chelsea waved a goodbye and left the house, happy.

She remembered Lanna saying that she would look like "Cinderella". Hmm… Chelsea really wanted to be like one; but as everyone said, she was just a farmer, period. And she couldn't dance… could she?


A/N: Yay~! First chapter done! I don't actually know why I made Chelsea want everyone to think of her as someone more than a petite farmer. =.= it just came to my mind suddenly and I just had to type it.

P.S: The "Dance" theme will be applied in the second chapter.

A-ri-ga-tou~!