March 10, 2011

Oh, dear! It does take a terribly long time to fix broken things, don't you agree?

But I'm afraid I left a bit of a cliff hanger. Allow me to put your mind at ease.

The door in the main hall closed with a BANG to rattle the chandeliers. A mad, cackling laughter could be heard from down below. As Cinderella stroked her sister's smoth brown locks, she wondered what could possibly have mad that wicked old witch so happy.
Vivian came up the stairs and into Lily's room with her face wet. It would have looked like she was crying if her face had been red and blotchy, but Cinderella knew something was amiss.
"Oh girls!" Vivian said. "Oh girls, what terrible news!" She started cackling again. Cinderella realized now that the cackling was Vivian's attempt at false tears.
Only then did Cinderella freeze as she combed Lily's hair. She had a bad sense of foreboding in her step-mother's false tears.
"What is it mother?" Lily asked lazily.
"Oh girls!" Vivian said again. "Your father is dead! He was murdered by those he was working with!"
Cinderella knew she was lying. "No!" she said angrily. She wouldn't believe anything Vivian said. Vivian lied. She always lied.
Besides, Cinderella's father was going to to some trade arrangements with Antonio in Italy. Antonio was like an uncle to Cinderella. He would never murder her father.
"They've buried him in an Italy churchyard, I'm afraid," Vivian continued to cackle. "Now we're all alone!"
She ran from the room cackling some more.
"Well? What do you think you are doing? Did I tell you to stop?" Lily demanded.
Cinderella threw the brush at Lily's head before running to her room.

Oh, dear. It seems I must be going again! It appears that a poor young girl is being forced to stay with seven little dwarves because of all the warmongering.... oh my....