He recognized her by the book on the table. She had signed the classified as Anne. Charlie introduced himself and struck up a conversation. Soon they were exchanging stories about her art studio and his mining corporation.
An hour later, they parted with plans for dinner on Saturday.
That evening he was to start a new assignment.
He straightened his badge and rang the intercom phone, “Charlie from Diamond security services. May I come in?”
She opened the door and looked at him dumbstruck. She wanted to call him a liar but realized she was still in her maids’ uniform.
The glass slipper looked out of place with her ragged dress and disheveled hair.
But it was a perfect fit.
Her step sisters howled while her step mother shrieked with anger.
“She’s no princess!
She’s a thief and a liar!!
Squirrels and sparrows washing dishes and mopping floors indeed!
Where did you steal the money from, girl? That dress and these shoes certainly weren’t made by you. Tell them the truth!
Bah! Fairy Godmothers indeed!”
Nobody listened to her.
Cinderella drove away in the carriage and the old step mother was left wondering how she would find a new maid.
She checked the pockets of the clothes as she put them to wash. There was a paper folded over a few times in the pockets of his jeans.
It was a number with a girl’s name…
He hadn’t eaten last night’s dinner. He must have been out with his friends at one of those new clubs.
She wondered what this girl was like. She had liked the last one. The girl dressed respectfully and always wished her.
She might be just his maid but she treated him like her son. She couldn’t let him end up with the wrong girl.