One of the most famous stories of all time is Cinderella. With it, many movies has been made and many books has been written. And before you stop reading this, no. This is not another Cinderella story :D It's just somewhat like that since I have an evil stepmother and a rude ass ratchet stepsister(yes. There's only one. THANK GOD!) We all know how it ends. She gets the guy and they all live happily ever after. What I want to know is, do all stories have happily ever after in them?

I may not be Cinderella and I may not have magic and stuff like that but I have a fairy godmother and a dazzling prince charming. My sad fortune however turns around and becomes the best thing that happened to my fairytale.

We begin our story on the day that started this rollercoaster ride.

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"Clara! Would you get the door?! Clara! CLARA!!!!!"

"I know. I know. I'm coming." I said as I open the door.

A bald man in turtleneck sweater and a huge luggage beside him is behind the door.

"Is Ms. Florence Gold here? I am Paolo Vutti, her image consultant." The man said.

"Uhmm. Yeah. Come in. She'll be right down." I said.

As the bald man comes inside our house, I start to hate this day even more. It's my stepsister, Florence's 17th birthday.

"Paolo! Oh, How I miss you! You look stunning as per usual!" Florence says as she emerges from the stairs and kisses both Paolo's cheeks.

"Thank you, darling. And you! You look magnificent and very grown up!" Paolo exclaims really loud. "Come. Let's get to work. We don't want to be late."

They went upstairs to Florence's room and I put my headphones up and went back to reading my book.

"CLARA! What do you think you're doing?! You aren't even dressed yet! You can't be late!" my stepmom (I just call her Helen coz she told me to) yelled at me. I guess she's done taking a bath.

"You have your dress up at your room and we all know how long it takes for you to get in it! I told you to stop laying off the burgers. Now look at you. You're a mess." She continues as I pack up my stuff and go upstairs to the attic. Without saying a word.

My room at the attic is my most favorite place in the whole house especially since my stepfamily rarely goes up here and I have my privacy. I moved up here when my dad died which is when I was in 6th grade. I never met my mom because she died when I was only a month old. She had cancer when she was carrying me. My dad used to tell me I was their miracle because even though mom's dying, I still survived and she got to see me even only for a month. She got to hold me and see my face. I've seen pictures of my mom. She was the most beautiful person I've ever seen. I am so jealous of her beauty and I'm wondering why I didn't get any from her.

The second I opened the door to my room, a big warm hug welcomed me. I almost fell to the floor.

"Woof!"

My pet dog, Finn, a one-year old Chow Chow, tackled me.

"Hey, boy! Aww. Did you miss me?" I said as I pet his head and scratch his neck. He always love it when I do that.

Finn has been a Christmas gift from Leo, my best friend, last year. Leo has been my best friend since 3rd grade when I accidentally glued my dress to his shorts. We've been inseparable since. Leo knows everything about me and vice versa.

RING! RING! RING!

Speak of the Devil. It's Leo.

"'ello, guvnoh. Wot can I do foh yew todaee?" I answer it with a fake British accent. We always do that to each other.

"Wheh's moi tea ahn croompets? I need moi tea ahn croompets!" Leo jokes. I laugh with him.

"You do know that not all British people like tea and crumpets, right?" I tell him.

"I'm gonna pretend I believe that." He replied. "So... ready for some torture?"

"HA! Torture is right. This night is gonna be hell. I wish I can skip it and go with you instead. I'm gonna miss movie night." I tell him while petting Finn.

Our movie night is a tradition we both made. Once every month, we go to each other's houses and watch movies. The rule is that the movie title and snacks should start with whatever letter we pick from the box of letters. Tonight's movie starts with the letter K. And I'm really curious on what is the snack that Leo prepared. It's always weird and crazy.

"That's okay. If we aren't gonna have a movie night this moth then we can have TWO movie nights next month. Which is way better!"

"Ok. I have to go try and be pretty now." I said.

"You don't have to try. Ok. Bye." Then he hung up.

I looked at the purple dress at my bed. Please. Kill. Me. Now.