Left at the Altar
Ch. 1: Gone
Disclaimer: I don't own Cinderella. Duh.
NOTE: I don't remember the stepmother's or stepsisters' names, so I renamed them. :D
Cinderella gleamed as she looked into the mirror. This is the day. This is the day. This is the day! She squealed from excitement as she jumped up and down in her five inch heels, nearly breaking her neck.
"Calm down, woman!" her dressmaker spouted through her enormous red lips.
Even the evil dressmaker her stepmother had hired couldn't darken her day. She smiled inside as she twirled in front of her full-length mirror. Her puffy, blue-white dress glittered and sparkled with her every move. The Prince had had it specially made for her to match the exact dress she was wearing to the ball, where they met.
"My gosh!" she whispered to herself, "Today… I'M GETTING MARRIED!" She squealed and hopped around the room gleefully, holding her dress up to make sure it wouldn't get torn. Cinderella flopped down onto the royal blue couch, leaving her dressmaker ripping at the seams, "If you tear that blasted dress one more time, I swear…"
"Oh, but you shouldn't swear to the future QUEEN! QUEEN! Can you believe it? After Prince Charming is dubbed King, I'll be QUEEN!" Cinderella had never felt happier in her entire life. Her mind swirled with emotion, leaving her dizzy and overwhelmingly joyful at the same time. Me… Queen… this is just too good to be true!
It's too bad that it was.
"Lalalalala!" A woman gleefully sang as she sauntered through the halls of her dark and gloomy castle.
"Oh, shut up, mother! How can you be so happy! Cinderella is getting married! MARRIED! Oh stop singing like you don't hear me, you stupid…" Clarissa trailed off, leaving her mother, who was still singing horribly of tune.
Ms. Snow continued her singing, and then glanced at a clock on the wall. Cinderella should be waiting at the altar right about… now… An evil grin spread across her face, Poor girl. Oh well…
Waiting outside of the church impatiently, Cinderella was nearly hyperventilating as the two men pushed back the tall oak doors, revealing the inside of the church to her. She gasped aloud. I'm getting married right now! I'm getting married right now! I'm getting mar—OOF!
She stopped as an arm held her back. She turned abruptly to see who it was, "King Arthur? Why—"
"Just… Just come with me dear. We have… a problem—"
"Can it wait? I'm getting married—" She thought King Arthur was little illogical, but she didn't think he'd be so dense as to stop a wedding for a small issue!
"Trust me; nobody out there is expecting you any time soon."
"What?"
"Just—Let's talk in private…" He gently led Cinderella away from the red carpet. Cinderella felt muddled inside, Why on Earth would he stop a wedding? His son's wedding, no less!
The King stopped at a door, pulled out a key, and invited Cinderella to enter. She followed his lead, with some doubt.
"Sir, I don't believe that—"
"Just sit down. Please. It's—This is really hard for me." She listened and then gracefully took her seat next to the His Majesty.
He quietly took his seat and began, "Well—You see—Er—I really don't know how to tell you this... I don't want you to—Here take this tissue box first." He handed her a box of tissues, and then carefully proceeded with his explanation, "Prince Charming—
"He—Er—Is—He…" The King took an extra deep breath, and said the next words very slowly. "He's… not… here."
"What?" Cinderella gasped, shocked and confused. "Where is he?"
"He's… gone…" The King tried to sound comforting.
"GONE?" Cinderella felt dumbfounded. She felt stunned. She felt like a deer caught in headlights.
Or a girl left at the altar.
