By Monica Wenzel
Cinderella told herself she had everything she wanted. A new home in a palace. More jewels and satin dresses than she’d ever seen. A prince whom every woman in the kingdom dreamed of marrying.
She fought a rush of panic when she saw him come into the garden. He smiled as he walked toward her. She forced a smile.
She didn’t love him. She knew that. How could she after knowing him for three weeks? Love can grow, she told herself. She pretended to love her stepmother and stepsisters. She must pretend again until she loved her prince. Hopefully, she would.
Nice. Makes me want to check back with Cindy in a few months.
A dream is a wish your heart makes, or so goes the children’s tale. And if our Mr. right flips to our Mr. wrong, no amount of time or false love will heal the wounds of a wrong turn, Good story, Monica.
I don’t like the retelling of old tales, which seems to be a current trend … but for a quick hit, I thought this had merit (mostly because it takes place after the fairy tale ended). Well done ~!~
Great story. Well done!
Great use of her life before the prince. Perfect context.