You all must know the story of Cinderella. The glass slipper, the ball, Prince Charming. How she got to live with him in the castle and have her happily ever after. One of the most beloved stories of all time, right?
You might think of me as the wicked stepsister. The one who ruined Cinderella's perfect night and the one who treated her horribly for all her life. Well that wasn't me.
My mother, and sister Drizella never really liked Cinderella. I never knew why they did what they did, but trust me when I tell you that I wanted no part of those horrible things they did to her. I was there when they made fun of her. Both bossing her around making her do their every will. Yelling at her, & teasing her until finally ruining her dress so she couldn't attend the ball.
I could've done something. I could've helped with the chores, and I could've stopped them. But I didn't, I was afraid. Afraid of them, my own mother and sister. It never used to be that way. We were all happy once, back when father was still here. This is my story. The true story of Anastasia Tremaine.
