Romans & histoires Real Life Cinderella Movies

"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.

Is being an orphan a crime? "Oh my..." Mrs. Caily placed a hand on her chest and fell back from the shock. "Mr. Miro... why did he let someone like this into the Miro mansion? Unbelievable." Vivian would say something to defend herself but she doesn't want to risk making herself look ugly in front of these women. If she took action, they would gossip about her, they would think that Jaime married someone who was too needy and arrogant. As Luna said she is someone who is not educated enough to know where her place is.

“You know, have that one Prince Charming who never gives up on you.” Breonna snorts. “Prince Charming is dumb. I mean, think about it. What if Cinderella’s shoe fit another woman? Would he have married her instead?” I sigh. “Good point.” Ahead of us, twinkling lights catch my eye, and I see a cluster of people setting up what looks like a wedding on the beach. It’s beautiful, so majestic, the kind of scene that makes you believe in fairytales, even if just for a moment.

She just let herself be walked on like some kind of doormat in pearls. That was probably why I never watched the movie. And as an adult, I didn’t watch it because there was no point. Why would I want to watch it, when I was living it? My aunt was cruel. My cousins were evil. But unlike Cinderella, I wasn’t locked in a dusty attic, I had my own room. The only real difference between us? Her prince wasn’t an asshole. Maybe Cinderella got lucky. At least her story ended with someone choosing her.

The movie was one of my old-time favorites, Dumbo, the great elephant who can fly, Zelda pulled me into her lap cuddling me, her hand was lazily patting my bum, my thumb found its way toward my mouth, but it was quick to be exchanged for a pacifier. This was fun, this was lazy, even the spanking wasn't as bad as I first thought it was, I had an idea who might have tempered with my bots, maybe I shouldn't be mad, maybe I should just thank him for finding me my new thing in life. The Freaking End For Real This Time. love u all. Cinder.

Clara's perspective: I remembered the story of Cinderella. It has always been my favorite since I was a child. Little did I know that it would soon become my reality. However, unlike Cinderella, my story does not seem to have a happy ending anytime soon. The main difference between Cinderella and me is that I am fully aware of the reasons behind my suffering. Moreover, we are a wealthy family, for which I am grateful. I do not have to perform all the household tasks. But is this life any easier than what I am currently enduring? Living here without any dignity is a struggle that I face every single day.

I hoped for all their lives, they could sleep as much as they wished, whenever and wherever they wanted. "All right. If Sleeping Beauty is awake now, maybe she can be persuaded to shower together?" I rolled my eyes. "Don't call me that. I'm so not a Sleeping Beauty." "Then my Cinderella." He grinned as he lifted me up from the bed and carried me to the master bathroom. "My lovely Cinderella who I found all on my own." "With my scent, that you remembered. Because I found you first." I reached up and tweaked his nose. "Fine. I'm afraid of what other princess names you're going to call me. Cinderella isn't too bad, all things considered."

I asked them as they both were struggling to stay quiet. “Yes”, they said at same time than looked at each other and burst out laughing again. I huffed and looked away. “Oh come on ava, you can’t deny, it was hil…” just as cora was saying something, fleur pushed her. Serves her right. “Okay! Let’s watch the new Cinderella movie, I’ve heard Camila Cabello has done a great job. It’s her first movie,” fleur suggested. “I don’t get it why we need another Cinderella movie. I mean there are so many Cinderella movies already and now this one, I think I’ll pass. Maybe next time,” cora said while plopping beside us.