Seven years later

Seven long years had passed, and Cinderella had grown into a beautiful sixteen year old girl, despite the life she led. She was still no better off than she was when her father died, in fact, she was much worse.

            “Cinderella! Hurry up, we need to get going!” snapped Lady Collette. She tapped her foot angrily at the little form rushing to get her basket.

            “Here, miss.” Cinderella gave it to her. “The weaver just finished it.”

            “I might have had it earlier if you gave it to him sooner.” Lady Collette snapped.

            “I gave it to him as soon as I noticed the hole.” Cinderella defended herself.

            “But your eyesight is so poor it was probably several days.” Ashlyn said, gliding beautifully down the stairs. “Ready, Mother.”

            “You better do better next time; we are going to be late for the dressmaker.” Lady Collette said. Cinderella bit her tongue, keeping the retort in her head.

            Katherine rushed down the stairs to her mother and sisters. “Sorry I’m late, the dress I was supposed to wear was dirty, and Cinderella didn’t wash it.” Katherine pouted.

            “I washed you satin yellow dress.” Cinderella said in alarm.

            “I said I wanted my purple satin dress washed. It’s not my fault you can’t listen.” Katherine lied. She smirked along with Ashlyn as Lady Collette smacked Cinderella across the cheek.

            “Clean your ears out, girl, I don’t need time wasted by your incompetence.” Lady Collette turned to her two daughters. “Come, the dressmaker will be waiting.” 

Cinderella watched them leave.Someday I won’t have to take orders from you.She thought. Cinderella hurried up to her room. She had been gardening when she came across a Stargrass plant. It was sought after for soothing terrible fevers.

            Cinderella had gathered much and dried it out earlier the month and waited for the family to leave. She gathered the plants and hurried to a small dingy shop on the outskirts of town.

            “Hello Cinderella!” The baker smiled at her while she walked.

            “Hello sir, how’s your boy?” Cinderella stopped and smiled.

            “Been sounding rough, he might have a little cold. I got your bread you needed; I made sure your family got precedence.” The kindly baker smiled at her. Cinderella long suspected that he had a clue what her family life was like, for he always arrange things to help her.

            “Thank you sir.” Cinderella gave him the due amount and took the basket.

            “Good day.” The baker said, tipping his hat.

The End

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