I Raised Cinderella Preciously Novels & Stories

She told them to be ready at midnight as they will have a banquet for the return of the crown prince. Ibrahil leads her to the grand staircase. It was made of glass and it was sparkling. Never in her wildest dream that she will be in this kind of place. Everything was just extraordinary that everything she saw always puts her in awe. She doesn't want to make even a single step. She was scared she might stain it. Ibrahil held her hand and look at her full of fascination. "What?" She asked annoyed. "C'mon Andy, the stairs won't hurt you," he chuckled.

I watch as his mouth opens and closes but nothing comes out. Iris flits slowly toward him. “Hello, I’m Iris.” As I watch, Joddec reaches out, grabs Iris by the wrist and pulls her into his room, slamming the door behind him. “Iris??” I shout ready to break into the room. “I’m fine! Tell my mother I found my mate.” She says before I hear her giggling. Oh boy. I turn, heading out of the hallway. “Try to keep the noise level down.” “No promises, Princess.” Three leprechaun voices say before I hear three more doors slamming shut.

Yet something tightened in my chest. Claire, on the other hand, looked like she’d swallowed glass. Her perfectly manicured nails dug into her palms as she watched Grandfather declare Emma the winner. "This is absurd!" she hissed under her breath, though loud enough for me to hear. He held up his hand and motioned for the butler, who came forward carrying a black velvet box. Grandfather opened it and inside was a delicate heirloom—an old family pendant shaped like a phoenix. “Let it be known,” he said grandly, “that the winner of today’s artistic duel is Charlotte Martinez, my granddaughter-in-law. And as a token of honor, this heirloom shall be passed to her.”

“Let her eat.” “I’m just protecting her interests,” Adrian countered, his eyes flashing. “Something you wouldn't understand, Lucian. Protection requires more than brooding in corners.” “Actually,” Isadora’s voice rang out as she sauntered into the room, looking effortlessly chic in a pinstriped blazer. “None of you are 'protecting' her. You’re smothering her. Which is why I’ve taken the liberty of organizing a schedule. If you’re all going to fight over who gets to walk her down the aisle, you might as well prove what you have to offer.”

“The Cinderella insult. It had structure. Recognizable reference. Easy for the room to understand. A little dated, maybe, but I can see what you were going for.” One of the younger women blinked. Luca said nothing behind me. I could feel him watching. Everyone was watching now. Good. The hallway had become a stage, and Eleanor had handed me the spotlight. “Unfortunately,” I continued, keeping my voice pleasant, “you chose the wrong part of the story.” Eleanor’s mouth thinned. I took one slow step closer. Not too close. Never crowd the scene. Just enough to make the audience feel the shift. “Cinderella was never embarrassing because she had mice as friends,” I said. “She was memorable because

She would never forgive herself if she let Merinda stress for a ball that she would not be attending. Merinda was a great mother and she read in between Lacey's words. "If you do not show up", she was stern, "you can forget about my kind nature. I would scold you badly". "I promise". Lacey gulped. Merinda smiled and hugged her. "You'll be perfect". She whispered to Lacey's confusion.