Cinderella's First Dress Novels & Stories

There's no balloon since Diana wasn't a fan of balloons during birthday parties. --------- Yennifer POV I was like Cinderella in my evening blue gown where mom Arcela let me borrowed her party dress. I paired it with two golden high heels and position myself in front of my whole body mirror. I dance and project in front of it like a model while wearing the face of a great attitude. While I was busy looking at myself, I almost twist my heels because of my weak feet who hated surprises. I saw Gerald near my door staring at me from head to toe. He's leaning there like he's enjoying the picture in the mirror.

They will suspect why Zion suddenly supporting her and Cassius. “A fairygodmother?” Reese repeated then she took a glimpsed at Cassius, concluding that it must be him. “Like Cinderella!” she gasped and clapped. “I remember during your 18th birthday, you came in the party wearing a Cinderella costume. I didn’t know that it was only miss Madell’s prank at you. But now, you really came like Cinderella!” Cassius’ brows twitched while listening quietly. A Cinderella costume for her 18th birthday? Isn’t that the same for Madell who went in this party while wearing an over the top dress?

“ Trust me, Aaron is not going to be impressed by your usual ‘I just rolled out of bed’ look, spice things up a bit, you don’t have to look like you’re sense of fashion was burnt out” “Ouch, Rude!” She began rummaging through her closet, pulling out a stunning red dress that looked like it belonged on a red carpet. “Try this one. It’s designer, and it will make you look like a million bucks.” I hesitated, feeling like Cinderella trying on the glass slipper. But Faith’s enthusiasm was infectious, and I couldn’t resist the prospect of feeling like a princess for a night. I took a deep breath and let her help me into the dress, feeling the soft silk hug my curves in all the right places.

Rows and rows of makeup lined the shelves around the mirror: I felt like I had just stepped into a movie star's dream. On my right was a large royal blue sofa with a small glass table adorning a clear vase of white roses. In front of the sofa was a rack full of shiny blue, black and white clothes. Everything was spectacular but it was the dress lying on a hanger directly ahead of me that took my breath away. It was the most beautiful blue gown I had ever seen in my life: it was huge and the colour of the sky on a warm Summer afternoon. My hands itched to hold it and I couldn't wait to put it on: this was Cinderella's gown.

I tried hard to recall what happened the night of the ball. "That night, the witch gave me a gown and a pair of glass slippers. After I entered the palace, Prince Adrian spotted me right away and invited me to dance. He looked at me with such affection, like I was the only person in the room." Mira pressed on. "Then what?" I frowned. "Then the clock struck midnight. I was in a rush to leave, and one of the slippers fell off while I was running."

It was to be dressed in on her centenary, which was around the corner Regina watched her with much esteem, she looked just like her mom when she was of that age, she reminisced the day she hoarded them, she had worn almost exactly as the one she had, the tiny difference was, with her, she was helped by several designers to put on, that made it flawless, but the duchess used her own imaginings to wear it. Usually, her evil mom; the enchantress would choose and help her with dressing. She was struggling moving down the stairs, luckily there were just a few steps for her, but just then she stepped on her dress and fumbled forward. Almost falling before a strong arm came around and saved her fro

She grinned, and I narrowed my eyes at her. "Close your eyes," she commanded softly, and I obeyed, closing my eyes tightly. I felt a rush of energy envelop me, a magical sensation that tingled across my skin. Opening my eyes, I gasped in astonishment. My transformation was like something out of a fairy tale. My body was covered in a yellow gown that shimmered with an ethereal glow, cascading in delicate layers. The bodice, adorned with intricate embroidery, sparkled with tiny gemstones that caught the light. It fit perfectly, hugging my form and making me feel like a princess—like Cinderella stepping out of the ashes.

It was like something out of Cinderella, or a Victorian-era movie. There were people everywhere, all in fancy dress. Their clothes were more in focus than their faces. Jenna wore a beautiful dress with intricate embroidery. The beautiful pattern was clear, even within the dream as were Jenna's necklace and earrings. Tracy watched as they danced with each other, but in a dream-like trance.