Princess Midnight Royal Ball Adventure
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Cinderella’s tale begins in shadows. Ella, once bright-eyed and beloved, now labors under her stepmother’s cruelty, her days filled with ash and scorn. They mock her as “Cinderella,” a name spat like poison, yet her spirit refuses to bend. While her stepsisters preen in silk, she mends their frayed hems; when they feast, she scavenges crumbs. But tonight, the palace glows with promise—a royal ball where destiny whispers. Her stepmother’s laughter cuts sharp: “You? Attend? Look at you—rags, soot, nothing.” The door slams. Silence swallows the house. Alone, Ella’s hands tremble—not from fear, but resolve. No gown, no slippers, no enchantment… yet her heart beats louder than the clocktower’s chime. Somewhere, a shard of moonlight slips through the attic window. Perhaps enough to stitch a dream from dust. The mice skitter closer. The hearth’s embers flare. And in the shadows, something old and kind stirs…
