Cyndi-Ella was feeling forlorn as she was being led down the aisle of the church to marry the Prince.
Her eyes were swollen from all the tears she had been crying since she realised she didn’t love him after all. She had just been caught up in it all. The ball, the chase and of course anything to escape that horrible old stepmother of hers. She felt somehow that she had been caught up in a story, a fairy tale and she also felt that she wasn’t in control of her own destiny. The feeling of being trapped and not being able to make your own decisions was the most stifling and suffocating thing she had ever experienced. Even more suffocating than having to sleep in a dusty old cellar in her father’s old house.
Wearing that gorgeous cream silk dress and those fantastic satin high-heeled shoes that her glamorous fairy godmother had conjured up for her, she took another look at her Prince Charming standing by the altar. Yes, he was handsome and he seemed terribly keen on her, but he’d been a bit too obsessed somehow. She wasn’t sure he was quite mentally balanced. He seemed too determined to have what he wanted, whenever he wanted it. Also, if she was entirely honest with herself, she wasn’t at all sure she liked men at all. They seemed far too controlling for her liking. She hadn’t managed to escape from that awful cellar in order to chain herself to a man who was going to rule her for the rest of her life.
Half way down the aisle, she made up her mind. She pulled her arm away from the awkward old Lord Chamberlain, who had been commanded to lead her down the aisle, and ran quickly out of the church calling out for her Fairy Godmother.
She realised it was her fairy godmother who had truly captured her heart. What girl wouldn’t fall for someone who was so stylish and who could give her all the exquisite clothes and shoes she could ever want?