Another Cinderella Story Tell Me Something I Don't Know นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Karen Goodwill curiously askes with her eyebrow frowning: “Why me?” “Because you are not like them. You're not from the upper class, you don't work for any family or corporation - said Gordon Williams with a smile on his face - You're just an ordinary flower girl.” Karen Goodwill glances at Gordon Williams with eyes filled with astonishment. How does he know that her current job is the owner of a flower shop? Five years with Gordon, apart from supporting her ailing father, Karen also accumulated a decent amount of money, enough for her to fulfill her dream: opening a flower shop. Looking at Gordon's satisfied expression, Karen sighs slightly, she suddenly feels that she is about to face a lo

Oh my God, what have I done to myself! “Roxanna, so you've been deceiving us all, haven't you?” I raised my gaze at once to Lady Diana. I wanted to explain the situation to her, but what exactly am I supposed to explain at this very moment? I was utterly confused as it is. “I…I…" I trailed off. What exactly am I supposed to say? My heart was beating so loudly in my chest. Just then, my stepmom came over to my bed and sat next to me.

I asked out of the blue. He looked up at me with soft eyes, and my heart fluttered. “I want to know anything you want to tell me.” “Cinderella. I used to pretend I was her and a prince would come and take me away.” A sad smile tugged on my lips. “It was when I was fourteen and Adam kicked me so hard he broke two ribs that my dream came crumbling down. The hospital, of course, believed the story my father told about what happened. He told them we were roughhousing when the truth was Adam was pissed off, and I was an available punching bag. It was then I realized that if I wanted out, I had to do it myself. No one was going to come rescue me. There was no prince on a white horse.”

she exhaled, forcefully throwing herself on the bed. “I don’t want to dream too big or allow myself expect something impossible. I just want to stick to not disappointing my own feelings” “You can never know, Cinderella was a maid, yet she found her prince charming, magic could happen you know?” Katy shrugged. “Am hell tired of your Cinderella philosophy. Can't you think of any other reference apart from that? Am Dahlia for heaven Sake and there is a big difference between your Cinderella girl and i. This girl right here, does not believe in fairytale or magic, whatever” She waves it aside and continues playing with her hair, which she fiddles and repeats.

Izzy shouts. Bernice says “Don’t tell me we’re talking about…… “The public library” they both shout it out. “You know the motto gurl. Izzy hits Bernice. Say it with me, say it with me pleassssseeeee……pretty pleasssssseeeee” “In the library, we read and find handsome guys”. They recited. “Off we go”. Izzy makes the “Dora the explorer” jump down the last two stairs. As they went on their way, they talked about a lot of things about home, new fashion wears, school, Mom coming to surprise her precious daughter…… and gossip too.

She twisted her lip and snapped her head away from the pity-filled sight of the pair of eyes. She could read the girls' face despite the night as it wasn't a new book to her; it was a book which had had all her ordeal written. A book that had sold more in her residential area than Julius Caesar had sold in the part of the country she was in. The youngsters had crowned her with all sorts of names; from Watergirl to filthy to ugly to maid to Cinderella without a prince. All of which made her wonder if they could even remember her birth name. Finally, the tap was crowd-free. Nora rushed to deposit her twenty-liter jug beneath the recently vacant flowing tap after which she turned to its former

I said, looking up into his mesmerizing eyes. “Yes I did need to do it. The guys explained to me the premise of Cinderella but they said there are a ton of different versions. Your story… Well our story might look a little different but I sure as hell hope it ends with you riding off into the sunset with the princes. Plural though and well, what you may be riding will be a dragon and not a horse,” he said, winking. I giggled.

“What is it that you want?” I shrug, and gesture around me, to the beautiful room in his beautiful house. “This,” I tell him. “This everything. It’s… it’s like a fairytale.” “Beauty and the Beast?” He laughs. “No!” I laugh with him. “Cinderella! I’m the scrubby servant girl and you’re Prince Charming come to save me.” His eyes glitter. “I’m not all that charming,” he says. “Not when you get to know me.”

She didn’t even have to speak for me to know this was all her doing. How is this happening to me? I thought bitterly. She stole everything — my bracelet which should have symbolized my identity, my peace, and now I am cleaning the floor she walks on. ‘What could be more than this?’ I thought to myself. “Should we start calling her Cinderella?” someone shouted, laughter rising. “Cinderella at least got a prince,” another voice chimed in. “I heard she tried to put out for Liam Vuitton, and he won’t touch her with a ten-foot pole now!”

“Do you understand what I’m trying to say?” I watched as the irritation slowly pulled off her face. “I can’t give you a pin to escape from here if that’s what you’re aiming at,” she said firmly. For some reason, I thought of Cinderella, but this wasn’t some fantasy book, and I was definitely no Cinderella. I had to fight my way out, and despite the front, I knew the maid wouldn’t be able to assist me going forward. But, she could help in other areas.