Chapter 6: These Shoes
(Short chapter. Whatever. I just need to get back into the groove of writing. I was out of town for a long time, so now I'm... readjusting, shall we say? Yes, indeed.)
Cinderella kneeled over the dizzying black and white checker floor with a waxy rag swirling round in her hand. Only three more squares, and I'm done! She had been working for hours trying to polish the corridor to it's shiny-brilliance that was expected. Two more... The swirling quickened. One more... And then it stopped. Aha! Finished at last!
She wiped the sweat from her brow and stood up to admire her work. After finding that she had done almost perfectly, she walked out of the black and white corridor and back into the maid's quarters.
"Miss Kelly! Miss Kelly!" Cinderella called as she neared Regina Kelly, the trainer of the maids. "Miss Kelly! I finished with my chores!"
Regina Kelly turned around, surprised, "Finished already, are we?"
"Yes, ma'am," Cinderella said respectfully, "I finished cleaning and waxing the corridor."
"Is it spotless?"
Spotless? "Um, yes, ma'am."
"If I were to go into that corridor and check, would I be satisfied with your job?"
What is she getting at? "Yes, I believe so."
"Well, then," she said, while turning toward the corridor. "Let's find out how you did."
Regina Kelly smirked as she opened the door to the corridor. She's going to kill me, I know it. Cinderella followed behind her with her head looking down at her disgustingly ugly shoes. Regina held the door for Cinderella, and they both stepped inside.
"Well..." Regina Kelly paced the floor as Cinderella cringed. "It's..." She paused and walked around, inspecting, more, "It's... shiny, and..."
Shiny? Of course it is! I just finished waxing it!
"I..." Regina stuttered, "I think that you did a..." She paused and swallowed hard. "...good job."
What?!
Regina Kelly quickly walked out of the room, leaving Cinderella alone. She peeked her head from behind the door, "Um... You may... go to dinner, now. I believe that you did a satisfactory job."
"Th-thank you!" Cinderella muttered in disbelief. She then tip-toed inside of the maid's quarters to her bed. She pulled out the old map and found the maids' dining hall, located a few rooms away. She fixed up her now messy braids in the mirror, then walked non-chalantly to dinner.
After traveling through musty rooms of storage, she entered the dining hall. Immediately, apon entering, she realized that she was in the wrong place. There, standing only a few feet infront of her, was the prince of the kingdom.