A/N: I would like to point out that the shoes mentioned in this chapter are actually in mass production by Manolo Blahnik. Read and review? I know you can do better reviewing than with chapter one! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of the characters.
So Much Better Than Cinderella
It had to be Alice. It just had to be. There was no one else who would even think of committing such a crime. No, this had to be her doing.
Bella stared vacantly at the empty floor of her closet. Key word: empty. Before she had jumped in the shower, there had been four pairs of sneakers and two pairs of flip-flops lining the back wall of the closet. Now there was nothing more than a plain white plastic bag with the word "Manolo" splashed across the front in black letters.
Sighing, Bella picked up the bag and set it on her bed, along with a gold turtleneck, very close to the color of Edward's eyes, she thought, and a pair of jeans that her mom had sent her for her birthday.
"Please let there be a pair of sensible shoes in this bag." Bella murmured, tightening her bath robe.
Edward had told her earlier that day that he was taking her out tonight and that she should wear comfortable clothing. She had planned on wearing her old beat up Addidas but, obviously, that wasn't an option now.
Picking up the bag, she flipped it upside down and dumped it's contents out on the bed.
Bella gasped as a pair of crystal glass flats fell into view. They were so elegant, yet looked insanely wearable because they weren't a couple of inches high.
From the corner of her eye, she noticed a piece of white paper. Grabbing it, she read:
Dear Cinderella (or should I say Cinder-Bella?)
These are what you'll be wearing on your date with my brother tonight. No ifs, ands, or buts. You'll get your other shoes back eventually. Or maybe you won't. Perhaps I'll buy your delicate little human feet a complete new wardrobe since you fail to pamper them yourself! Have fun tonight.
Love, You fairy Godmother (Alice)
P.S.- Prince Charming will pick you up at eight o'clock sharp. If you're late getting ready, you'll turn into a pumpkin.
"With Alice as my fairy godmother, I have it so much better than Cinderella ever did." Bella murmured to herself.
Smiling, Bella placed the note back in the bag before undoing her robe. After all, it was nearly seven thirty and she couldn't afford to let her prince see her and color besides pale, or blush pink. Especially not orange.