Cinderella Part 2
"You know, the masquerade dance is coming up," a short, pixie like girl named Tink said at the lunch table the next day. She was a freshman like Wendy and the beautiful Indian girl Shanti.
"What's the masquerade dance?" Cindy asked from the end of the table.
"The masquerade dance is the dance in between homecoming and the winter dance. Everyone dresses up and comes in masks. It's really awesome," The girl sitting across from Cindy said. Her name was Jane and she had a pleasant British accent.
"That's neat," Cindy said. She'd never gone to a dance before.
"You should come with us. It'll be so fun. Most people have dates but not us," Belle told Cindy. Cindy nodded.
"Maybe I will."
When Cindy got home that afternoon, she hadn't felt that good in ages. Walking into the kitchen, she put on her apron, tied up her hair and began fixing a snack for her step sisters Anastasia and Drizella.
"Cinderella! Where is my snack?" Anastasia snapped at her from the top of the steps. Cindy hated her full name. It sounded like someone who slept by the fireplace. According to her father before he died, Cindy's mother thought her name sounded beautiful.
"Coming Ana!" Cindy shouted up to her. She heard her step sister retreat and put the homemade cookies and lemonade on a try to carry up. Before Cindy could make it all the way up the stairs, Anastasia and Drizella rushed down the stairs in their too tight outfits to grab the snacks. The impact caused Cindy to stagger and trip.
"Cinderella you're such a klutz!" Drizella laughed and she and her horrible sister raced up the rest of the stairs. Cindy began cleaning up the spilled mess and heard the front door open.
"Cinderella what did you do?" Her step mother stood in front of her with a scowl on her face.
"It was an accident," Cindy said quietly and stood.
"Well I expect it to be cleaned up and you will go straight to bed without any dinner," her stepmother walked passed her and up the steps to converse with her daughters.
"I'm sorry," Cindy said to no one and began cleaning up the mess. Suddenly the doorbell rang and wiping her hands on her tattered apron, Cindy went to answer it. On the front porch stood a tall man wearing a Disney High professional sweater.
"Can I help you?" Cindy asked, opening the door slightly wider.
"Hello. I am here to present the Tremaine family with a invitation to the Homecoming Masquerade Ball at Disney High," the man said and handed Cindy an invitation.
"The Masquerade Ball? But isn't that opened to all students?" Cindy asked puzzled.
"Yes, but as head of Student Council, Charming Nicholson has requested that I personally deliver the invitations myself. That way, everyone is sure to go," the man said then walked back down the pathway.
"A ball," Cindy whispered to herself and sighed. Charming personally sent this here.
"Lady Tremaine!" Cindy shouted as she raced up the steps.
"Stop yelling Cindy, what do you want?" her stepmother stood in the doorway of the twins room with her arms crossed.
"We got personally invited to the Homecoming Masquerade Ball at school! By Charming Nicholson," Cindy said, breathlessly. The twins appeared in the doorway and grabbed the invitation out of Cindy's hand.
"Invited by Charming! Oh he's so dreamy," Anastasia said.
"Let go! Oh mother we have to get new dresses," Drizella cried and danced around.
"May I go as well?" Cindy asked quietly. It was enough to stop the twins.
"You? Go to a dance? Haha!" Drizella laughed. Her step mother smiled.
"You don't have anything to wear," she said sinisterly.
"I'll find something."
"If you find something to wear and finish your chores then you may go," her step mother told her. Cindy smiled and raced downstairs to tidy up for dinner.