Disclaimer: I do not own Cinderella or the characters. I only own Chelsea. I also own my story plot.

CHAPTER 3

That night was a lot of fun. Cinderella and I sat down and talked for what seemed like hours.

"Cindy, how did you end up here? Pretty girls like yourself, your wonderful blonde hair and blue eyes, Why did they make you the one to do all the work?" I asked, not really knowing that I was being a little nosey.

"Well, they never really liked me. My real mother died when I was very young and my father married the mistress. When my father past away, they made me do everything," She said. I noticed a tear going down her eye.

"Cinderella don't cry," I said. I moved close and gave her a gentle hug.

"I'll be fine, what about you? Your pretty, your light brown hair and brown eyes, why are you here?" As finally got to ask.

"I already told you, I was looking for work," I said.

"No the real reason, I can tell your lying," she said.

Dang that girl is good, I thought, how did she catch on to my secret.

"Umm.well.. I was sent," I started," By my fairy godmother. I was sent to help you. Any questions?"

"I don't understand. What do you have to help me with?" Cinderella asked, looking very confused.

"No can do. Can't tell you until the time comes," I said, smiling.

" OK Chelsea keep your secrets, I'll wait," She said.

"OK, I will," I said, trying hard not to laugh. We both started to smile, then the smile turned into a giggle and the giggle turned into a laugh. Cinderella and I were becoming great friends. I could tell.

Suddenly the bedroom door swung open, and there stood Cinderella's evil stepmother.

"What are you doing in here Chelsea? You know you two are not supposed to be communicating after nine o'clock!" She screamed. She pulled me out of the room and told Cinderella and I had to do extra chores the next day.

"And as for you Chelsea, you're lucky I didn't whip both of you! Now run along and get to your bedroom!" The stepmother told me. And I did what I was told.

"What ever you say idiot!" I whispered to myself as I walked down the hall. I thought about how this bad day turned into the best I could ever ask for.