Her first marriage to the handsome Prince didn’t work out. He was never home and had a wandering eye. This pissed off Cinderella as she was stuck raising their four girls all by herself. She cursed the fact she never went to college but got seduced by a cute guy bearing fancy shoes.
She never read fairy tales to her girls, just preached the fact that they should have careers. When they were all out of the castle and working she divorced the Prince. “Now what?” she cried, but knew any life was better than living with cheating royalty.
Cinderella, at age 55, was back in the dating world. “Where are the good looking guys? It’s one aging and wrinkled Duke after another. I’d ask for another pumpkin but look what the first one brought me.”
“I look like a hag, and have no servants,” she lamented. “But I’m free,” she declared as she ripped off her ghastly corset and itchy petticoats. She hated dating old men but the younger ones didn’t look in her direction. Maybe that would change with some new slinky, form fitting outfits.
Fashion on the mind, our ex-Princess hatched her plan. She decided that rather than go on one more boring date she would become an entrepreneur and open a shoe store. She could always hire those nasty stepsisters for minimum wage. This time they’d get the brooms.