Cinderella's First Dress Novels & Stories

Most of them had a boring color, others looked too fat up close, and others didn't have that shape. And then she brought one. Goodness! This must be what they had in mind when they were making Cinderella's dress. Long, glittery, Silver with a long slit all the way to her hips. The staff was about to wear it on the doll when I stopped her. I wanted my mate to be the first one to wear it. I bought the dress along with a pair of shoes and jewelry. After telling her to package them, we went on another round of shopping. Everything that a woman would need to live in a man's house. The list was endless, and the bags were so much, I had to carry each one out to the back of my car.

"And that child is now the next Queen of the Sidhe Court, so it was a win-win. I rarely ask for a firstborn anymore. Being a Godmother has its limits. And Ella was such a precocious kid. Good girl, but a beast to keep alive. She had this nasty habit of befriending rodents. And don't get me started on the pumpkin farm." I blinked at the Fae. "Godmother? Ella? Cinderella?" "Goodness no! Could you imagine the copyright issues?" The shopkeeper winked at me. Right. "Here is your dress, try it on!" I took the bundle, making my way into the changing rooms. The dress slid out of its package, whisper-soft. I stepped into it. It was slim, made of some barely-there material. It was easy to pull up and

The others had already left and I was left with the so called Mesta and this bubbly woman. "Can you make it smoky?" I ask serious to the core . She laughs." Of course not darling. That is not so wedding like." After a while she was done. The make up was light and almost natural. Mesta holds out the dress to me. I take it and stumble backwards due to her shove it at me. The woman helps me get into the Cinderella dress. I express my gratitude and she gives me a sorrowful look. I look at the girl in the mirror and she states blankly at me.

The verses would go like this " twinkle twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are! Up above in the world so bright, shining like a diamond in the sky. Then she would turn the stone up and down in every directions. It would sparkle like the rays of the sun. The rays would bring hope to her. She was becoming more beautiful by the day. Her slim body and small curves would show perfectly when she was wearing her favourite summer frock. It was a flowered beautiful little number her mother bought the last Christmas before she died. It was the only dress she could wear whenever there were occasions. Infact it was the only dress she had except the old ones she wore every day. There would be loa

I nervously tug at the beautiful dress that I was wearing. It gave me Cinderella vibes. It was the first time I wore anything pretty and put on some real make-up. I never got the point of dressing up for high school when what should we be doing was studying hard. My step-sister Heidi will never agree with me since she would rather lather up her face for hours than study for a few minutes.

When I finally returned home, I found my house blazing with lights and decorations. They were celebrating their precious Catherina’s eighteenth birthday. Tears streamed down my face as I stepped into the house I had dreamed of during years of captivity. This should have been my celebration. At eight years old, after reading Cinderella, I scribbled my dream birthday into my diary. [On my eighteenth birthday, I will wear a white pearl-trimmed dress with a small tiara and beautiful crystal shoes. [Then, Gale will lead me onto the stage and tell everyone that the Bow family’s little princess has come of age.]

The moment Ann stepped inside the party hall, she felt she was in a whole new world. The big hall was very bright because of the large beautiful chandeliers. The interior decorations were so beautiful that Ann felt everything came out from fairy tales. People inside all wore luxury brand clothes and accessories. Women’s dresses were so exquisite and their jewelry seemed to shine brighter than the chandeliers on the ceiling. Looking at her plain light yellow dress, Ann felt she did not belong here. She seemed to be stabbed by people’s stares, as if they were saying, “Who’s that girl? Look at her dress. How did she even get an invitation?”

She wouldn’t give him words of love. “After the weekend, we are flying to Cristonia, because it’s a formality, but my father has to approve our union. But he will love you.” Nick reassured her. I only wish you did, Ella said silently in her head. Nick grinned. “I have something for you. About the fairytales we talked about earlier. Cinderella in the book lost a shoe at the ball. I don’t have a shoe for you to try on. But what….” Nick pulled something from his pocket. “…what about seeing if these fit?” Nick held up her lace underwear from the night of the ball.

Neither do I have a job or anyone to run to. Tears slipped down my cheeks before making my way up to my room. • I stared at myself through the mirror in front of me as a sigh left my lip. This dress is indeed beautiful. It's a short strapless black gown that stopped an inch before my knee. It has a cut at both side waist with an embroidery design all over it, especially the down part. This is my first time putting on an expensive and good-looking dress after my Dad's death. I didn't have enough money for shopping and neither did Aunt Capella bothered to get me any good dress.

It's a bra. “This is not mine!” She yells again. “Have you been cheating on your fiancée, Thane?!” ***