"wash the dishes!"
"make the beds!"
"sweep the floors!"
Those were only some of the orders they gave Ella every day. Every night, Ella looked up to the sky from the attic window & prayed to God that life would one day, turn around for her. But in the meantime, Ella continued to commit to slavery to her stepmother & stepsisters.
Meanwhile, the king of the land had a desire. He wanted to see his son marry. But his son, the prince. Thought of himself as too young to marry. The king sometimes understood, but one day, he finally had it.
"Son!" he cried with anger. "you may think of yourself as too young to marry, but I want to see a princess for this land right this second!" "father. I am tired of meeting women who only want to marry me for control of the land." said the prince. "I want to experience true love before I exchange vows." "nonsense!" the king shouted. "a royal ball shall be thrown in the royal ballroom!" "but father---" the prince stammered. But it was too late. His father had already made up his mind. A royal ball was to be & that was final.
