How, pray tell, is it our fault we're ugly? – Yeah, I mean it's not like we can choose. – We could get plastic surge- No! We are not getting plastic surgery! You can, but there is absolutely no way I'm putting some of my ass in my face. – Fine. It was just a suggestion. Jeez, don't bite my head off! Anyway. – Back to the point. – Cindy. – Yes, dear Cindy. – Can I just say, we weren't as horrible as she makes out? – No, I always thought we were quite nice considering. – Considering what a pain in the ass she was. – Thank God she finally moved in with P.C. – P.C. ha, that's good. – Huh? – Never mind. But anyway. – Yes, Cindy. Considering she was – Beautiful. – Yes. And we – Aren't. – No. Well, we were always . . . nice. Ish. We didn't force her to clean the floor with our toothbrushes! And she wasn't exactly the perfect sister. Don't think we didn't hear all the insults she muttered under her breath, the names she called us . . . Too horrendous to repeat.

- Okay, so we could have been a bit more mature about it, but we were younger than her. And really, if you had to live with that spoilt little cow 24/7 you would have ended up hating her too. It was all we could do not to rip her pretty little head off when she made that little angelic smile to our father, who was convinced she could do no wrong. Anything she did, we got the blame for! And she would happily let us take the fall, silently gloating. What a -

Yep. Well, the ball was meant to be our night to shine. Our debut, so to speak. We had bought the most expensive dresses we could afford, they really were lovely, and . . . Have you ever wondered where little Cinders got the material for the dress her and those bloody annoying mice made? Yes, I'm afraid so. Can you blame us for tearing it up? It was shoddy work anyway, the way she tells it, it was a beautiful pink gown, fit for a princess. Actually, it was browned with dirt, because her room was filthy. It wasn't when she moved in to it. And it was coming apart at the seams anyway. Not really surprising when she failed her seamstress course and all she had for helpers were three blind mice and some birds, who, may or may not have pooped somewhere on the dress.

- So imagine, it's the night of the ball, and we can't find our dresses then Cindy comes out in that rag, we recognise. Of course we tear it off her! And then go and find whatever else we can wear at short notice. Of course, then the fairy God-mother turns up and only hears her side of the story! So she gives Cindy a beautiful blue gown and glass slippers -

Which, by the way, did not flatter her feet! And the prince sees her and falls head over heels! It was supposed to be our night!

- Not Fair! -

Thanks again to Naomi. Sorry it took so long.

Thanks to TheGrimmBunny for reviewing. Hopefully more chapters to come : )