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.