A/N: I'm so sorry it's taken so long to get this next chapter up, I've been swamped with work and school. I had a lot of people leave reviews asking when the faerie godmother would make her appearance, so here you go. I'm now also writing this story for an English assignment, and since it is a school thing, I kinda lost my motivation to write it. Don't worry, I'll keep writing it for here.

"It's almost time to go, ladies. Stop bickering!" Lady Tremaine fussed as she tried to fix her daughters' dresses so they looked perfect for the Prince.

Ella had finished all of her chores, immediately rushing up the stairs to try and get herself ready to go to the ball in the mere minutes she had left before the carriage arrived. She knew very well that her stepfamily would not wait for her to finish, but instead, go on without her.

Hurrying down the stairs, hoping for them to still be there, Ella smiled, "It was my mother's old dress," she says excitedly, "I can wear it to the ball."

Her stepmother nearly choked, "We're not taking you to the ball in these old rags… You'd mortify the Prince!" They laughed softly, watching her with slight scowls.

"I think it'll be just fine." Ella insisted, praying that she wasn't ruining her only chance at finding the handsome man again.

Lady Tremaine stepped forward gently touching one of her delicate sleeves, tugging on it, watching it rip, "Oh! The sleeves!" She started to pull the dress apart, bit by bit, "Oh dear… It's so fragile! It's falling to bits!" A dark smirk appeared on her lips, making her appear even more threatening, "You shall not go to the ball! No one will outshine my daughters."

Ella couldn't hold back her tears, running from the house. Hot, thick tears streamed down her cheek, turning her beautiful blue eyes puffy and red. She had finally given up all hope of ever seeing the man again.

Without being able to see where she was going, blinded by her tears, Ella ran to the balcony just above the garden. Choking down the more violent sobs, she clutched the stone wall for support. Several moments passed before she finally mustered enough strength to run down to her favourite bench I her mother's garden.

As she sat on the bench, trying to pull herself together, Ella heard an elderly voice speak from behind her, "Child, why are you crying?"

She looked at the old woman oddly for a moment before answering her, "My stepmother's ruined my only dress. I can no longer go to the ball."

"Oh dear… Well. That does present us with a bit of a problem, doesn't it?" She looks Ella over, "Why were you so keen on getting to this ball?"

"I met a man in the woods. He said he works at the palace. I believe we were both quite taken with each other… I was hoping I could find him there…" she explained, slightly shy, "Who are you, anyway?"

"I'm your faerie godmother." The old woman said with a smile.

"Faerie godmother? They don't exist…" Ella shook her head, finding it far too hard to believe that anything related to magic existed.

"Let me slip into something a little more comfortable." The woman smirked, taking out what seemed to be a sparkly blue stick. She threw it in the air, giggling as she was covered in blue sparkles, catching the wand, dressed in an elaborate white dress. She was a fairly young and very beautiful woman.

Ella couldn't help but stare at her, her mouth wide open in shock, "You're my faerie godmother…" She covered her mouth, unable to silence her tiny laugh.

"Now… That's better. Let's see… Do we have a pumpkin by any chance? I think it would make a lovely carriage." She giggled cutely.

"Pumpkin? A carriage? Are you serious?" She looks really confused.

The faerie nodded, "Of course I'm serious. This is most definitely not something we should joke about, my dear." She shook her head.

Ella swallowed nervously, showing her the only pumpkin they had in their greenhouse, "Do you think this one would work? Or does it have to be huge?"

"Oh no… No, no, no. This is marvelous. This will work just fine. Although, you might want to stand back a few steps." She gently nudged Ella back.

"What are you going to do to it?" She asked quietly, unaware of the way magic works, having thought it didn't exist.

The faerie looked at her, "Call me Helena, my dear… And I'm going to turn it into a beautiful carriage to get you to the ball." She waved her wand at the pumpkin, watching as it expanded, practically blowing the greenhouse to smithereens as it grew to the size of a carriage, turning a beautiful gold.

"Are my eyes deceiving me?... Or did you seriously just turn a pumpkin into a carriage?" Ella exclaimed.

"Seeing is believing, my dear. Seeing is believing," she rambled as she looks around, "I swear I just saw a few mice… Where are those mice?"

"The mice? Oh…" She pointed to the stone stairs that led down into the rest of the garden, four mice sitting there, watching the women curiously.

Helena let out a small, high pitched sound of delight, waving her wand at the tiny creatures. Within seconds, the mice began to grow several times their normal size, turning into four beautiful white horses, "Hopefully these will come in handy with pulling your carriage."

She then moved over to a goose that was waddling around the edge of the small pond that sat in the middle of the garden. Naturally, she turned it into the footman.

"I feel like I'm forgetting something…" she mutters, tapping her wand on the palm of her hand.

Ella looked down at her torn dress, biting her lip softly, "Um… My dress, perhaps? I don't think it'd be very proper for me to show up to a royal ball looking like this."

"You are absolutely right, my dear…" She circled around her for a moment before speaking again, "Blue. I think you'd look best in blue."

A dreamy sort of smile appeared on Ella's lips, "His eyes were blue… Not just blue… but, like… really blue." She stopped as she looked over to see Helena staring at her, clearing her throat, "I mean, yes. I think blue is a wonderful choise. Um… A wonderful choise for what, exactly?" She smiled awkwardly.

"For the colour of your dress," the faerie laughed, "You remind me of someone I used to know. Hmm. Anyway… Blue it is, then." With another simple flick of her wrist, Helena turned the girl's tattered and torn dress into a magnificent blue ball gown that dazzled in the faint moonlight.

Ella twirled around, watching as the sparkling blue fabric spun around her. She stopped to look at Helena, beaming widely, "It's beautiful! Thank you so much!"

"Of course," she said with a slight nod of her head, "Oh! I almost forgot." She wiggled her fingers, gorgeous slippers made of the nicest glass appearing on her feet. They were adorned with tiny crystal butterflies on the top, adding an extra bit of sparkle.

A gasp escaped Ella's lips as an even wider smile than the one she previously had shown on her face, "They're made of glass…"

Helena smirked, mentally congratulating herself on a job well done, "And you'll find they're really comfortable."

"Hurry! Hurry! Into the carriage," Her faerie godmother and the footman quickly helped her into the carriage, "for you shall go to the ball. Oh, and Ella… Don't forget. The magic only last until midnight, and then everything will return to the way it was before."

"Midnight?" Ella asked for comfirmation.

"Midnight," Helena repeated, "Now off you go before you're late." She beamed, watching as the footman flicked the horses' reins to get them galloping.

Ella smiled widely to herself, delighted to know that she had an even bigger chance of finding Kit than she ever did before.

A/N: I made this chapter quite a bit longer than the others to make up for the length of the last one. Hope you enjoyed it!