Cinderella's First Dress Novels & Stories

He slipped back and found his clothes that he wore earlier and hastily changed into it. After he successfully drove out Cinderella’s stepmothers and stepsisters, he also returned to wearing beautiful dresses as what Cinderella had worn before his father died. She is a young lady, the daughter of a businessman. So, her dress could make her pass on like a princess. After all, she is the only daughter of her father so her father has always doted on her.

They did not notice a small figure crouched in the corner of the living room, covering her ears in terror. She was still wearing the dress I had never worn before—the one that had been taken back to the mall and exchanged for a smaller size. I drifted over, hugged my knees, and curled up across from her, staring at the dress on her body. It was blue, studded with rhinestones, and very beautiful as it glittered brightly. Like the dress Cinderella wore in cartoons. Daddy had promised long ago that he would buy it for me if I passed my exam.

Mila decides. I open my eyes. The maids have begun packing up the rest of the mess that makes the room look like a beauty store had hurricaned into it. The dresses, the make-up, the shoes, the beauty products, all of them are expertly gathered and carted out of the room. Mila holds out the blue dress and a pair of sparkly heels. The outfit reminds me a little of Jennifer Rooney and her Cinderella cosplay during prom. “You’ll look just like Cinderella.” Mila says, speaking out my thoughts.

When she finally caught sight of them after hours passed, a smile graced her face, and she paced around the room, practicing her dance steps. A knock on the door interrupted her. “Your Highness. Time to get dressed.” Of course, she was willing. Standing there in the middle of the room while the maids helped her into her dress; the first dress for the night. The other one would come after midnight; when her first shift was to take place. It was a gold, shimmering dress that reflected the rays of the moon perfectly. After her fitting, she remained in her room till her personal maid came to lead her to the hall.

I knew Baron was trying to control his anger, which was almost at the peak of eruption, and I prayed in my mind that Cinderella see the red flag and bolted out of the door before Baron breathed fire on her. Dressed in a beautiful red embroidered gown that makes her look like a princess, with a red opal as an ornament, high-heeled shoes on spotless legs. She looks lovely and sophisticated, unlike me, who looks like a simple village girl. Baron turned towards me and asked, "Have you eaten?" "No...not yet. I will go to the kitchen and grab something to eat." "No. You will stay here. I will send someone to bring your meal."

She began to feel her heart racing because her appointment to meet Adam was almost here. Melinda quickly returned home and opened the closet where the wedding dress was stored. Some staff members from the beauty salon were already there to help her get ready. At first, Melinda felt hesitant. However, she promised to give Adam a second chance. A few moments later, Melinda looked at herself in the mirror with admiration. The dress sent by Adam Offel was so beautiful and enchanting, framing her body perfectly. Her fresh and radiant face after the beauty salon treatment made her feel like a queen. She felt confident and graceful, like Cinderella who had just been given her beautiful dress.

He pointed to the screen. I glanced at it. A giant headline jumped out at me. [The Innocent Cinderella Is Not What She Seems: Secret Trysts Revealed! Monday, Wednesday, and Friday With Him—And Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday With…] I scratched my head. It looked like the kind of trashy gossip article you'd find in sketchy tabloids. Some random scandal, probably. Then I scrolled down. The first photo was a close-up of my face, dark circles and all, looking like something straight out of a horror movie.

Oblivious to my mother’s murderous glare, Vivian made her demands without restraint. “This was my dress until your trashy daughter put her hands on it. Now it’s ruined. You’ll pay ten times the price. And for those slaps? She’ll kneel right here and slap herself twenty times in front of everyone. “Most importantly, cancel her engagement with Luc.” She spoke as if she was bestowing some great mercy. “Do everything I say, and maybe I’ll let you walk out of here in one piece. Otherwise, you’re not leaving this store alive!”

"I don't know. I just thought you might like this since I noticed you're really into baggy shirts?" Daeira grinned at him. "I feel like a Cinderella with a personal fairy god mother." "Cinderella?" "You know that Disney princess who has glass slipper and turned from maid into a beautiful woman with glittering gowns through the help of fairy god mother. But only until midnight." "I'm the fairy god mother, huh?" he smirked. "Looks like it," she said. "Well, I would rid of these clothes at midnight too." he teased. "Yah. Don't you dare." she pouted while crossing her arms around her chest which made him grinned at her.

This is the first time that mom is finding it hard to pick clothes for somebody, not to mention, me — her daughter. "Mommy," I rest a hand over her shoulder. "Maybe I should just go with a pair of jeans and polo-" "Try this on," she cuts me off. In front of my eyes is a pastel yellow balloon dress, it is not so fancy yet so elegant. This will definitely make me look like an expensive woman, as when I fitted this dress, it accentuated the curves that I never knew I had and this color truly is just right for my skin complexion. I was right to ask for my mother's help.