The three days passed by without much struggle. Aviva made sure DeVile would not do such a nasty trick to spoil her fun. Madam Cores wished that she didn't make the girl so into cleaning.

Finally, Aviva ran to her bedroom, "Oh, Lucy, it's time!"

Lucy jumped up. Aviva took out the purple dress and slipped it on. It fit perfect. Aviva tied the bow in the back and slipped on her mother's old necklace. "Well, I'm ready, I guess."

Lucy meowed as Aviva slipped on her only shoes, "Hope the Prince won't care."

Once Aviva was downstairs, her sisters were chatting like crazy. Madam Cores turned to see Aviva coming. She smiled, "Hello."

Elizabeth turned, "I want those pearls, Mother!"

Aviva touched her necklace, "These were my mother's."

Madam Cores smiled, "Girls, you can have whatever you want."

Aviva got scared. Then, Elizabeth and Kaylle took hold of Aviva and tore the pearls off her neck. Kaylee grinned, "Mother! I want that ribbon on the dress."

"You can have anything, darling."

Aviva cried, "NO!"

Kaylee tore the dress apart. Aviva fell to the ground crying. Elizabeth took pieces of the blouse, "I could use this as a handerchief, Mother."

"Yes, sweeties. Let's go, we don't want to be late. Oh, Aviva. Would you be ever so grateful to clean this shares up?"

Aviva looked at her step mother as she shut the door on Aviva. Aviva lay on the ground, crying her eyes out. Lucy came downstairs and rubbed up against Aviva for comfort.

"Oh, Lucy... I never had a good birthday. No matter how hard I try, I gets worse and worse..."

Lucy went to the kitchen and into the garden. She jumped unto the fence to watch the chariot take the brats away. She snarled at them. But a hand spooked her.

"Whoa, sorry, kitty."

Lucy looked up. It was kind man. He climbed over and picked the cat up and cradled it, "You're so adorable."

"Lucy?! Who are you? Let Lucy go!"

The man looked up to see Aviva running. She was holding pieces of her dress together. Her eyes were shining red. The man made a face, "What happened to you?"

"Well, I was going to the ball... But my step sisters tore me apart."

"That stupid ball stuff. My dad keeps trying to get me married."

Aviva looked up, "You're the Young Prince? I - I - I'm horrible..."

The Prince said, "Hey... It's okay. I just retreated from the castle. All thsoe girls... I can't stand it. Are you okay?"

Aviva had her face on the bench, bawling, "You shouldn't be here... I'm a mess."

The prince said, "I just came out here for a small walk and I come unto your property by accident only to see you crying your eyes out. Worst thing yet, that's my weakness."

The girl cried, "Just go... Marry my bratty sisters! I won't care..."

The prince didn't want to leave the girl. But her pleas told him to move on. He ran from the scene, surprisingly back to the castle. Aviva started to stop crying, when a softer voice answered her pleas.

"There's nothing to be upset about, dearie."

"Who are you?"

"I'm your fairy godmother, Aviva. I can help you with anything."

Aviva gulped, "Can you help me have a better life?"

"Sorry, dearest. I wish."

Aviva looked to the castle, "If you can't do that. Then, is there anyway I could get to the castle? There's a ball there... And it's my birthday."

"Well, sweetie. What do you wish?"

"I wish... that these miserable clothes were gone... I want to know more uglier..."

"Oh, sweetie. Relax. Come, come. Stand before me. I will give you the best of the best. Stand and watched with the wave of my wand, a beautiful gown!" Then, the mother swirled her little wand about Aviva. The wand did its thing, and Aviva was decked highly, more beautifuler than she was with the purple dress.

"Why... It's perfect. Light and the color of nature about it..."

"Yes. I know that. Here, a beautiful rose upon the hair, makes a woman beautifuller in the eyes."

"I never been so pretty in my life. I have always wore these ugly dresses and do..."

"Nothing to worry about. You want to have fun. Well, catch the carriage! But, first. At the stuck of twelve, midnight, you will go back to normal as you were."

Aviva smiled, "If I have the best birthnight, I will thank you over and over again."

"You are so welcome, my darling. Go ahead. Catch the carriage there! Enjoy your time. Don't forget to have fun!"

"I will. Thank-you."

Aviva ran unto the front and a carraige opened up to her, "Please, take me to the ball."

"On the way, miss."

Aviva had Lucy after her and picked up the extra clean cat. She waved to the fairy godmother there and hugged her cat and whispered, "Oh, Lucy... I'm going to have so much fun tonight."

Lucy meowed with her white bow in her hair. Her tail brushed the long gown. Aviva fixed her hair a bit to shed a few bangs for style. She smiled as the castle came into view. She stepped out with the help with some men. Lucy followed after Aviva with some feeling of shock and enjoyment.

Aviva was not interested of dancing. She was looking at the curtains, the high pane windows. The beautiful pillars. She walked gloriously with Lucy behind her.

Lucy meowed. Aviva looked and grew scared. She saw her sisters going before the Prince... The same one who was at her garden. She wondered if he would recognize her. She went towards the line and picked up Lucy, "I hope they don't recognize me. Let's act natural like we aren't part of them."

Lucy meowed as Aviva put her down and walked the carpet. It was long and red. She saw the King and his Wife on the balcony above overlooking. It looked as if the King was upset about something. She went forward, her stomach pricking inwards. She stood before her sisters, who just bowed there, trying to get the annoyed Prince to notice them. Finally they gave up and turned into Aviva, "Hey! Get out of our way!"

Aviva fell to the ground. She felt so horrible on the ground. This was not a good sight to the women who stared at her.

"Are you okay?"

The girl turned to see the young Prince staring at her. When he looked at her, she noticed that he smiled at her. She smiled, he recognized her!

The prince came down and took the girl's hand and lifted her, "What happened earlier?"

"Shhhh... My step mother doesn't know I'm here... I don't want to give it away. And ruin tonight again..."

"Don't about it. I have a special place we can go to."

Aviva looked up, "Really?"

"Sure. Unless you want to stay here."

"I don't really dance... And my step mother will see that... I guess so."

The prince smiled at her. He took her aside. She could hear her sisters talking loudly. She had her arm over the Prince's arm and held her hands tightly. Lucy followed close behind, not caring of the family behind her.

Madam Cores came from the crowd. Aviva grew scared. Madam Cores said, "Who is this lady?"

The Prince pulled her behind him, "What's wrong with her?"

Aviva looked up to see his father looking over with a shocked face. She wanted to get away.

Madam Cores stared at the girl, "Aviva!"

Aviva screamed as the mother took hold of her. The prince screamed, "GUARDS! TAKE HER AWAY!"

Madam smiled, "Thank you."

The prince frowned, "Not her... YOU!"

The woman watched the guards capture her. "She's an insult to this world! You should kill her!"

The prince turned to Aviva, who was on the ground, hiding her face. He touched her arm and said, "It's all okay now."

"No it's not... When I go home later, she will kill me..."

The king and queen came running over, asking their son questions of what had happened. Aviva snuck away and saw her mother and sisters going home. She quickly left the castle to get home to prove that she wasn't there.

The Prince turned, "Wait... Stop!"

Aviva turned, "I have to go..."

The prince took hold of her skirt's bottom, "You're not going anywhere. You can stay with me, forever!"

"No, I can't..." She ran off from him. The Prince cried, "I know where you live!"

Aviva ran into the forest, "But you don't know which house... The garden belongs to that neighborhood..."

She made it back home in time. She tore the dress off of her and quickly put on her regular servant's dress. She tied a handerchief about her hair and ran downstairs. She quickly cleaned up the dress pieces and threw them in the trash. She filled a bucket with hot water and soap and began to clean the railings, when her step family came running in.

Madam Core stood shocked to see Aviva in the house, cleaning the railings. Lucy was perked on the stairs, all dirty from dust. She took Aviva's arm and looked over her greatly. She was dirty and smelt dirty. Madam Core looked into Aviva's eyes as the girl answered, "How was your ball?"

Madam Core smiled, "Oh, weren't you there?"

"What are you talking about? I couldn't. I didn't have a dress."

Madam Core began to walk upstairs. Aviva knew she would not the new torn dress because she had thrown it in the stove's fire so she could boil water for tea.

Madam Core came downstairs later and checked the trash and saw the old dress and dust on it. She turned, "I got one question, "What color were the Prince's eyes?"

Aviva knew it was a trick question, "I don't know. It looks to appear on the invitation on the wall that there are two. It says young Prince. If there were one, then it would have said, The Prince. I don't know, why?"

The woman knew the girl was too smart. She said, "Go to bed now. I will talk with you later."

The girls were crying because the Prince rejecting them and was possibly in love with their step sister, their servant. Aviva went to bed and began to sleep heartily, not caring about the twelfth dong of the clock.