Devistation the next day
I quickly began to make the house shine brighter than it ever has. I scrubbed the windows, polished the floors and dishes, swept, mopped, put away clothes, cleaned the chimney, tideyed up the bathroom, cleaned Ivy and Magenta's rooms. The whole place just seemed to glow with the scent of orange and lemon. Next, I ran up the stairs to my tower room, which was originally fathers and mothers painting room. The room still smelled of paints and water, my four pet mice loving it.
"I'm going, Reginal, Spanky, Allen and Alexa! I'm going to the ball." I pick up their golden mice cage and twirl around the room with it, placing it on my bed. I then go to my large wooden wardrobe, opening the two doors. I move all my pants and shirts to one side of the wardrobe and take out mothers wedding dress. It's large, but sintches tiny at the waiste, in long white swirls. It's sleeveless, a corset design that covers the chest. I take out her matching white shoes and gloves and pin up my long hair, placing a white ribbon bow at the crown of my head. I look at myself in the mirror, and I feel the tears behind my eyes.
I looked just like mother.
I heard Stepmother down stairs, Drilling Ivy and Magenta on what to say to the prince. I quickly ran down the tower stairs and the house stairs to see Ivy and Magenta, done up in their horrid dresses, looking confident and punctual. Stepmother in her beautiful gown, heading out the door.
"Oh, wait! Please wait!" I shout, out of breath. Ivy and Magenta's face red with anger, look at Stepmother. I catch up to them and smile, twirling in the wedding dress.
"Isn't it lovely?" I ask, twirling again. Magenta and Ivy look at each other and in unision, tug on Stepmother's arms.
"She's not going, is she?" Magenta asks angrily.
"She can't go! Mother, please!" Stepmother shrugged them off and stepped towards me.
"Now, girls, thats enough! I told Cinderella she could go, so she may go. Under two conditions. The house is cleaned and she has a dress." Magenta smiled crookedly, stepping over Stepmother.
"Ivy, does that look like your bow on her head?" Ivy glinted, stepping next to Magenta.
"No, thats hers-OW!" Magenta elbowed her side, cocking her head roughly to the side.
"Uh, oh! yes it does!" She screams angrily, ripping out a few of my hairs to snatch the bow off. soon, they both were tearing at my dress, ruining the fabric, hacking away at the felt. I tried to push them off, but their thick hands were on a mission to destroy mothers dress as best as possible. I could feel the tears well in my eyes, but fought them off. They wouldn't get the pleasure of seeing me cry. When they finally stepped away, satisfied, my hair was tangled, my mothers wedding dress was shreds, barley clinging onto my body, and at my feet.
"Now, Cinderella, you can't possibly go in that!" Stepmother said, walking out the door. Magenta and Ivy right behind her, sticking their pink tongues out at me. I fliped them off, thier moths dropping into small O's.
How could they?
I ran upstairs.