Everybody thinks they know me, because they’ve heard the story of my good for nothing stepsister. But they don’t know the half of it. It’s not easy, being the hated one. They all think poor little Cinderella was so abused, so put-upon and overworked. Truth is, that’s not the truth at all.
Yeah, okay, maybe my mother could have been a little nicer to the kid from the get-go. But was that my fault? No. And, sure, when my sister suggested we force Cinderella to be our servant, I wasn’t exactly lining up to protest. But would you? If I didn’t go along with her plan, it would probably be me sleeping with the ashes. I’m a victim, too.