“You will be just like Cinderella at the royal ball!” Aunt P. clasped her hands together in excitement, setting her ribbons a-flutter.
I did indeed feel as if I had wandered into the Cinderella story. How confusing that my fairy godmother and my wicked stepmother are turning out to be the same person, I thought. But my stepmother is not really wicked. She is just not my mother.
I looked over at said stepmother, who was still holding the gown and looking back at me with a hopeful expression.
She is trying to please me, I realized with a jolt. And she has done all this so near to her confinement that she should not be exerting herself, especially in all this heat. The least I can do is fall in with her plans for me. It is only one night, after all. Then something else occurred to me, something that made me chuckle. Instead of two wicked stepsisters, I only have one fairly wicked cousin and one really irritating big brother.
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