Orphaned and a new name
Fairy godmother's P.O.V.:
Until one late afternoon.
Juliana's P.O.V.:
Papa should be coming home soon I hope. According to his last letter he should be arriving. I hope I can tell him what's been happening despite the fact, I don't have a room anymore. I wish it wasn't that way. All of a sudden, a knock was heard across the house. Papa! He's home! I ran to the door and unlocked it only to find Farmer Carlos. He took his hat off with reverence. "Farmer Carlos," I asked. "Miss Juliana," he told me. I wasn't even prepared for the news to come. "It's your father miss," he began. I heard the patter of my stepsisters' feet and my stepmother coming to where I was but only a few distances away. "He took ill on the road," Farmer Carlos continued. "He's passed on miss, he's gone. To the end, he spoke only of you miss. And your mother," he informed. At that moment, I felt like a ton of bricks just fell upon me while I didn't expect it at all. "I was to give you this," Carlos told me. He handed me a branch from my request I told Papa before. "Bring me the first branch that your shoulder brushes on your journey". "But what about my lace," Anastasia asked from where I was a few feet away. "My parasol," Drisella asked as well. "Can't you see? None of that matters," my stepmother said to the girls. A few brief seconds went by. "We're ruined. How will we live," she told us then walked away. Her daughters followed behind and I think they were going to mourn privately. Only on the doorstep now was me and Farmer Carlos. "Thank you. It must have been very difficult for you," I told him. Afterwards, he closed the door and I held the branch in my hands. My mind over the last few months hoped for his return; but it wouldn't happen. I slid down the back of the door and wept over the loss of my father.
(Next day)
Lady Tremaine's P.O.V.:
I got my daughters some mourning gowns made of black bombazine so that way we mourn the loss of my husband. I couldn't forget Juliana so I didn't order her one though I got her a black ribbon so that helped. It was raining at the family vault for Juliana's family and the priest finished the prayers for the dead and honestly I feel so sad that my grief may contain myself. They found my late husband's body and brought it over to the vault then I couldn't help but to look away at my stepdaughter while she mourns her father who she loved.
Fairy godmother's P.O.V.:
How indeed to live. Economies had to be taken. Juliana's stepmother dismissed the household.
Juliana's P.O.V.:
I was already finishing my final goodbyes with my friends or more like family that served my house when Mama and Papa were around. I still don't understand why my stepmother had to let them go. I mean they could stay and help out but I can't argue with my stepmother. Katie came forward to me and I gave her a big hug. I am going to miss all of the people that helped me. "I'll be praying for you Juliana. Don't let the devil come to you," she told me. I nodded and began to think about the words she said which I started to take whole heartedly. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my stepmother. What or why is she looking at me with a stern face?
Fairy godmother's P.O.V.:
Her stepmother and stepsisters ever misused her. And by and by they considered Juliana less a sister then a servant.
Juliana's P.O.V.:
I just finished lacing my stepmother's boots ever since Papa's death. I just don't understand why she dismissed the household and have me be her little maid. But, I promised Mama and Papa to have courage and be kind. So that's what I'll do.
Fairy godmother's P.O.V.:
And so Juliana was left to do all the work. This was a good thing, for it distracted her from her grief. At least that was what her stepmother said. And she and her two daughters were happy to provide Juliana with lots and lots of distraction. In their defense, they did share with her the very food they ate or rather, the scraps from their table. She had little in the way of friends. Well, her friends were very little.
Juliana's P.O.V.:
After was has been happening lately, I found myself having dinner later than usual. I was getting ready for bed when I saw my mouse friends. "There you are," I told them. "Have dinner with me, won't you," I asked them. Before I got a tea cup and a little napkin to act as table and table cloth. "Your table," I told them. Then, I watched them eat even though Gus-Gus was being greedy as usual.
Fairy godmother's P.O.V.:
But those friends she had, she treated with an open heart and open hand. Sometimes, by the end of the day the drafty attic was too cold to spend the night in. So she lay by the dying embers of the hearth to keep warm.
Juliana's P.O.V.:
Now that I got my stuff done for tonight I went to the attic but it felt cold up there so I went back down to basement got a pillow and fell asleep by the embers of that fire. I dreamed where my parents were still alive and I could be myself and have that childhood again without any badness in the world. Then, a prince would join me, yes a prince. Will that happen to me? I hope so.
(Next Morning)
Third Person's P.O.V.:
The sun rose over Juliana's house and her head as she slept through the night into the morning. RINGGGGG the servant bells interrupted her thoughts as she woke up.
Juliana's P.O.V.:
Well, I heard the sound of the bells that means time to work again.
Lady Tremaine's P.O.V.:
My daughters and I walked down still in our nightwear to find no breakfast on the table. What the heck is taking Juliana long? Oh I see her, wait what's on her face? "I thought breakfast was ready," I sneered at her.
Juliana's P.O.V.:
"It is madam," I told her honestly. "I'm only mending the fire," I explained. I hoped this would give me an excuse but guess not. "In future can we not be called until the work is done," she asked me. Well, it can work and I think that would work for the both of us. "As you wish," I responded. So hopefully, she can lighten up to me instead of being a maid I hope. I also hope she doesn't ask about my face. Spoke too soon.
Lady Tremaine's P.O.V.:
"Juliana, what's that on your face," I asked her. Maybe she can tell me about what happened and why there is something on her face. Wait a second, is that ash?
Juliana's P.O.V.:
"Juliana, what's that on your face," Lady Tremaine asked me while I got the breakfast tray. Why would she ask me this question? "Madam," I asked with confusion. This is getting a little weird than I thought.
Anastasia's P.O.V.:
I took a good look at Juliana's face and I think I know what it is. "It's ash from the fireplace," I told mom. Drisella laughed and I started to giggle when I told her. "Do clean yourself up," mom sneered. Juliana wiped her face with the apron and Drisella was saying, "You'll get cinders in our tea,"
Drisella's P.O.V.:
I thought that we should create a nickname for maid or stepsister whatever you call it. "I've got a new name for her," I told them. "Cinderwench," I told them. "I couldn't bear to look so dirty, dirty Juliana," Anastasia added laughing. "I heard once about a woman whose name was Ella, wait I got it. Cinderella, that's what we'll call you," I told mom and Anastasia. "Oh girls, you're too clever," Mom complimented us. Wow, I'm surprised Mom liked me idea. Way to go me!
Juliana's P.O.V.:
I just grabbed my breakfast after I gave the rest to my family. "Who's this for, is there someone we forgotten," Madam asked with some expression. "It's my place," I responded with happiness. Hopefully, she'll let me sit down and have breakfast with them. Not that I would try to be more like a sister to them, it may be confusing. "It seems too much to expect you to prepare breakfast, serve it and still sit with us," Madam told me. Well, there goes my chance of sitting with them. "Wouldn't you prefer to eat when all the work is done Juliana, or should I say Cinderella," Madam sneered. Man, did I feel hurt. I grabbed my breakfast from the table without noticing the triumphant smiles of my stepsisters and my stepmother laughing from the table as I walked to the kitchen. When I got to the table, I placed my tray on that table though I accidently broke a plate and looked in the reflection of a vase. After seeing myself, I am no longer Juliana the kind hearted girl but Cinderella, a maid in my own household. Then, I got so upset, that I ran outside without my apron and got my horse Caspian from the stable, the only thing Madam let me keep and rode away from the house to get some air.
Fairy godmother's P.O.V.:
Cinderella. Names have power like magic spells. And of a sudden, it seemed to her that her stepmother and stepsisters had indeed transformed her into merely a creature of ash and toil.
Wow. Talk about hurt huh? Well, here is the chapter you guys, I plan to get started on when Prince Logan meets Juliana for the first time so stay tuned for that and please follow my other stories for more updates!
