Writing prompt: New end to Cinderella. 10 minute free write.


     "It fits!" Drizella cried.
     "It. It. Fits. It. Fits," Prince Charming said, unable to look up from Drizella's calloused heels and yellow toenails and look at the face of the girl he now had to marry.
     "It fits?" Demetri the Prince's attendant asked.
     "It doen't fit!" shouted Anastasia. "She's cheating!"
     "Now, Anastasia," Lady Tremaine said, "you should be happy to your sister, after all, she soon will be your queen!"
     "Oh, my Prince!" Drizella lunged off the chaise, tackling Prince Charming, who had been kneeling in front of her, to the ground.
     "Well, there will be flowers to order, food to prepare, guest lists made! Oh, I have waited so long to plan this wedding!" Lady Tremaine said.
     Wedding? Queen? My Prince? Prince Charming thought, staring up at the ceiling.
     "Let me try that shoe again!" Anastasia grabbed Drizella's ankle attempting to rip the shoe off.
     "Well, madame, I'm not sure Prince Charming is ready for marriage, maybe the two could get to know each other a little," Demetri said. Demetri wouldn't even think of marrying this ogre with her ape arms, stork nose and mousey eyes, let alone have Prince Charming marry her.
     "No, no! The decree says he shall marry the one the shoe fits. The shoe fits," Lady Tremaine said, starting her note-taking for the upcoming nuptials. She pushed her reading glasses up her nose and didn't even look up at Demetri while she talked.
     There must be a way out of the decree, Demetri thought.
     "Cinderella!" Lady Tremaine cried. "Get over here! I'm too excited to write. Take notes for me. We'll need to go to the palace right away so Drizella can be fitted for a dress. Anastasia and I will need dresses and shoes as well. They must have rooms made up for Drizella, Anastasia and I immediately. Please pack up Lucifer and his catnip. That should be all we need to bring. Now that we'll be royalty, I'm sure the king will want to outfit us appropriately."
     Prince Charming looked up from the floor and saw a girl wrapped in a homespun dress, charcoal on her cheeks and dust in her hair. Her head was down, scribbling the Lady's notes. Is this woman so crass as to allow her servants into the room while he was here? he wondered. While the woman paused, Cinderella stole a dashing glance up from the list, meeting Prince Charming's eyes. She was pretty. Too bad she's a servant girl, he thought. Her eyes seemed so like those of the girl from the ball.
     He rolled Drizella off of him and jumped off the floor.