CinderKim; along with being a maid; was now the house's seamstress; after she finished a few things from her list, she was obliged to prepare their dresses for the ball.
"TIGHTER!" Lizella cried angrily. CinderKim pulled the blue waist ribbon tighter just as she ordered.
"Don't blame her if you die from the lack of oxygen." Rylan hissed.
With all the hectic commands and tasks to complete, CinderKim never found any free time to create a dress. The closer the days came, the busier CinderKim became. The cinnamon roll mice decided to take matters into their tiny mouse paws.
"Poor CinderKimmy! Every time she finds a minute, that's the time that they begin it! CinderKimmy CinderKimmy!" Daniel sighed.
"CinderKimmy, CinderKimmy, night and day it's CinderKimmy! Make the fire! Fix the breakfast! Wash the dishes! Do the mopping! And the sweeping and the dusting! They always keep her hopping! She goes around in circles till she's very, very dizzy. Still they holler... Keep her busy CinderKimmy!" The three mice sang.
"CinderKimmy needs our help! We have to find a way to get her a happily ever after!" Rylan announced.
"But… how can we do that? We're little mice!" Dottie cried.
"Maybe we can make a dress for her! Also as a gift to say 'thank you'." Daniel suggested.
"Us… make a dress? I'm not sure… we don't know much about dress-making." Dottie hesitated for the 1st time in her life.
Daniel pushed a gargantuan book labelled 'Sewing 101' down the shelf as he yelled "INCOMING!" Just in time, the two ran before the book could squash them. "This book has instructions on sewing. Plus, how hard can it be? We just take some pretty stuff and sew everything together. That's what it says in this book!"
While on the hunt for materials in CinderKim's meagre closet; only able to find old rags except for a large roll of miraculously untouched, spotless coral pink taffeta. The trio heaved it out and placed it on the floor, as the taffeta rolled out like a red carpet.
"Perfect! Doesn't have any holes or dirt on it! Plus, it's perfectly new!" Rylan said. And so, they squirmed out of the door and began their mission.
After splitting up to find some things that might be useful; the mice gathered around to show their findings. So far, they found 34 wigs to use as thread; courtesy of Madame Ivy and Lizella, a few needles, 5 sapphire brooches from Alexstasia, 7 corsets from Madame Ivy and some more jewellery.
"Let's begin!" Dottie said as she picked up a pencil and a few crayons to begin discussing the dress design with her teammates.
While waiting, please enjoy the following rap song which explains the whole chapter.
The mice make dresses
With the tresses
To relieve all her stresses
But the dresses
of hairy lil' messes
As the story progresses
CinderKim gets the dresses
That are big successes
That the royalty possesses!
Meanwhile, at the manor, CinderKim was busy preparing a new dish for dinner. Suddenly, a loud; nasally voice could be heard from upstairs.
"CINDERKIM! IS DINNER READY?!" Lizella shrieked.
"Almost." CinderKim called, adding the finishing touches to her strawberry-chicken casserole with cheese. She was a fan of experimenting with different types of cooking but never realized how terrible she was at cooking.
"Are you sure this is a safe choice for dinner?" Dottie asked gleefully.
"I can't wait to see their faces!" Rylan squealed, imagining the faces they would make.
As soon as she arranged the table, a loud trumpet blare could be heard. Causing CinderKim to nearly faint.
CinderKim opened the door and a short, stubby man could be seen. "His majesty; Prince Garroth Ro'meave the 3rd invites all the eligible girls to attend his beauty pageant the following week!" The man announced and handed CinderKim a golden ticket with the royal logo.
"A beauty pageant? How exciting! I'll tell Madame straight away! Thank you!"
The man bowed as he went to the next house. Blowing a trumpet that unintentionally frightened the life out of another poor, unsuspecting woman.
During dinner, her stepfamily complained at every chance they got, causing CinderKim to bite her tongue about the beauty pageant until they quietened down a little.
"You didn't give me enough water!" Lizella complained.
"Excuuuuuuuuuuuuse me?" Dottie snarled quietly.
"Do you want me to get more?" CinderKim asked timidly as she shrunk to the ground.
"Surely, I do! Why else would I have complained?"
More complain escalated, Alexstasia shook in her seat uncomfortably, shrinking down on her chair.
"Refill our water too! I'm thirsty!"Madame Ivy snaps.
"No problem" CinderKim whispered quietly as she carried the empty glasses. Once they arrived at the kitchen; Rylan groaned "Immoral Ivy and Lizella are ticking us off! More water! More salt! Clean spoons! Blah, blah, blah! How can you stand this garbage and be a pushover? Can you at least move out from here if they treat you like leftover haggis? Do you even have a lawyer?"
"Hmm… I remember having some wills in my room and I'm not sure why but... I somehow have an urge to do as they say! I can pause for a moment but... it's like an itch. You have to scratch it once in awhile."
"Hmm… maybe we can tell her about the pageant so she would stop complaining" Daniel suggested
"Good idea." CinderKim said as she came back with the 3 glasses.
"About time!" Madame Ivy snarled as she took the glass of water.
"Um… you see, there's a beauty pageant coming up at the palace and…"
"OOH! I ALWAYS DREAMED OF MARRYING PRINCE GARROTH!" Madame Ivy squealed, forgetting her anger.
"May we go?" Alexstasia mumbled.
"I WANNA BE A PRINCESS!" Lizella screamed.
"Um… can I go too?" CinderKim asked quietly.
"Nether, yes! If you finish everything from the following list and finish preparing for us for the pageant, you can go!" Madame Ivy lied, the beginning of a plan taking place in her head.
"MOM, NO!" Lizella cried angrily.
"Thank you!" CinderKim cried.
"Yay! If she marries, the prince; then she can move out! Easy as cheese pie!" Dottie squealed.
Meanwhile, at the palace, Prince Garroth and his butler Emlyn were having a small chat as Prince Garroth stared out of the balcony window.
"Master, what's wrong. You're daydreaming." Emlyn teased, knowing that face.
Prince Garroth jumped up in shock "Yes?!"
"I'm just worried. You've made that face since you came back home." Emlyn said.
"It's that girl, I can't stop thinking about her."
"I fully support your decision, your royal highness." Emlyn bowed as he looked at the fading sunset.
Upon arriving at the market, the three mice peeped out from their hiding spot. The bright vibrant colours and the tantalising smells attracted their attention.
"This market is like heaven!" Dottie exclaimed gleefully, taking in the new sights and smells.
Meanwhile, the oldest heir to the throne; Prince Garroth was running away. He was tired of his confined life in the palace, it was even worse as it was his 19th birthday. For you see, the palace was more hectic than usual; with Emlyn freaking out over the sudden plan she accidentally created, the Queen on vacation, King Eric pressuring him to find a perfect wife and to make things worse; his twin sister; Katelyn was on a hunting trip, Zane eloped with a pink-haired meif'wa and Vylad was too young for the throne.
Suddenly, he saw CinderKim walk by, looking at the bakery window, and entering. To him, she looked quite suspicious. He quietly followed her into the bakery.
"Please sir, I'm really hungry but I don't have enough money today. Could you please give me a box of cinnamon rolls? I promise I'll pay tomorrow!" CinderKim begged. To him, she looked like she hadn't eaten in days, years even!
"I'm running a business here! Come back and buy something when you have money!" The baker yelled.
"Please, mister?" CinderKim pleaded.
"NO!" The baker retorted. Feeling sorry for her, Prince Garroth decided to take charge. "Sir, I would like a box of fresh cinnamon rolls, please." He requested.
"Why of course! Just a minute! I'll wrap them up for you!" The baker suddenly resumed to his cheerfulness. Suddenly, Prince Garroth took her by the hand. He felt an electric spark when they had touched.
"Thank you very much!" The baker said.
When they had arrived at a secluded area, CinderKim stuttered "Sir… C-could you please give me a loaf of pumpkin bread?"
He immediately took out the 3 loaves from his bag and said awkwardly "Help yourself with the bread."
CinderKim gobbled on the circles of deliciousness, saving a few of the rolls for her mice friends by tucking it in her apron. She almost forgot about how much she loved cinnamon rolls.
"Thank you!" CinderKim said with her mouth full, savouring every bite.
"Oh, how rude of me! I'm Prince Garroth by the way, but call me Garroth." Prince Garroth said, after an awkward silence. "What's your name?"
"Never mind what they call me." CinderKim whispered, still remembering the harsh words Madame Ivy said.
"Oh, never mind about that." Prince Garroth said, taking the sign.
"Hmm… I notice that sign on your apron. Could you be related to Mr. Pierre? I remember him! From what I heard about him from my father; he was a fun person to be around! During a cotillion, he was making imitations of the rather boring grand duke! My father snickered so hard that he had to leave the party immediately!" Garroth babbled and suddenly stopped once he realized that Kim's father was dead.
Kim said "Yeah, I think of him all the time. You simply must have courage and be kind."
Prince Garroth looked at his watch and realized he was late. "I better go! Hope to see you soon!" And soon, he dashed away before CinderKim had a chance to respond.
Meanwhile at the palace, King Eric was complaining about who his oldest son, Prince Garroth would marry. "Oh, woe is me! For I; the king of Pumpkin had searched high and low for a suitable princess to wed my beloved GarGar Bear! But alas, no such true princess could be found!" King Eric drawled in his Southern accent in front of Prince Garroth's butler Emlyn.
"And these princesses don't count because…?" Emlyn asked, holding a parchment containing a list of the names and faces of 11 famous princesses, all being crossed off by King Eric. For you see, he was picky when it came to women.
"Too pasty, couldn't keep track of her shoes, this one always sleeps, that one's half-fish and stupid to fall in love just by looking at a man, too obsessed with books, too rebellious, talks to creepy, talking trees, not sure if she's a princess, too slimy, too energetic and too tomboyish!" King Eric explained as he tore up the list. "No, Emlyn, this won't do for my GarGar Bear! He needs a wife that meets my requirements!"
Emlyn sighed "Maybe… you can find a commoner suited for the throne and Prince Garroth through a contest?"
"MARVELLOUS IDEA EMLYN, BRING OUT THE SINGLE LADIES AND MAKE THE INVITES AND DELIVER BY NEXT WEEK, THE BEAUTY PAGEANT'S NEXT WEEK!" King Eric cried out, forgetting his royal manners, some saliva landed on Emlyn's face.
Emlyn gasped, turning pale "WHAT?! IN A WEEK?! WHY?!"
"Instead of a birthday party, why don't we hold a beauty pageant?" King Eric explained.
"Hmm… fine!" Emlyn gave in, to prevent King Eric from having another stupid whim if she said anything else.
One day, her wicked stepfamily showed their true colours at the most awful time; one morning at breakfast, their cruelty had shone out.
It was a typical day for Kim; her stepfamily shouting at her.
"KIM! GIMME MORE BACON!"
"KIMMY! MORE SALT!"
"KIMMY! MORE SUGAR AND MILK!"
Oh and so much more complaining.
Lizella screeched "WHAT THE HECK TOOK YOU SOOOOOOOO LONG?! WE'RE LIKE, SLOWLY DYING FROM STARVATION!" Kim mumbled "I'm sorry, Lizella… I promise, I…"
"I DON'T CARE FOR APOLOGIES!" Lizella growled as she stamped her foot and hissed angrily under her breath.
"By the way, what's that on your face and clothes?" Madame Ivy sneered.
Kim touched her face and was surprised to find cinders on her face and clothes. For you see, sometimes; when it was cold, she slept near the fireplace.
"It's ash from the fireplace! Do clean it up!" Madame Ivy ordered.
"I have a new name for her!" Alexstasia declared. "Cinder-Maid!"
"Sooty Kimmy!" Lizella suggested.
"CinderKim! That's what we'll call you!" Madame Ivy snorted "I really am a genius!"
Names, have meanings like magic spells. They were right, for CinderKim had turned into a miserable creature of ash and grime, with no hope left.
Crushed by their cruelty, CinderKim ran up to her attic room and cried; partly from embarrassment and partly from feeling hurt by their new nickname.
Meanwhile, three mice by the name of the Cinnamon Roll Trio; consisting of Dottie, Rylan and Daniel watched the poor girl from above.
"Should this be our new home?" The soft-spoken one of the trio, Daniel whispered tentatively.
"Meh, who cares about that? It's perfect and roomy! GERONIMO!" The mood-maker of the trio, Rylan squealed as he jumped down and onto CinderKim's hair.
"Jumping down from tall places is fun!" the frank leader of the trio, Dottie squealed as she joined Rylan.
"If you two say so…" Daniel whispered after taking a tentative step to join in the fun.
However as he did so, he tripped on a loose piece of wood and fell right onto CinderKim's head. Nonetheless, he screamed the way down. Causing her to look up from her crying as he fell on his butt and onto the floor.
"Ugh! My butt hurts!" Daniel cried in pain.
"Oh my…" CinderKim muttered softly in both shock and relief.
"Nice hiding place, Rylan" Dottie muttered sarcastically.
"How was I supposed to know?!" Rylan shot back bitterly.
"Maybe we can run for it!" the rather naive Daniel suggested.
"Don't worry little mice, I won't hurt you." CinderKim whispered, taking out a piece of freshly-cooked waffles for the mice to eat. "Can you introduce yourselves, I'm Kim but…" she bit her lip and muttered quietly but it was loud enough for them to hear "Madame Ivy and the two call me CinderKim now." With that, tears began to resurface.
"That's mean! Maybe we should call that Madame-Ivy 'Immoral Ivy!'!" Rylan growled in anger, hating to see his new friend cry. CinderKim wiped her tears as she smiled and said "Maybe we should when she's not around." Suddenly, CinderKim giggled from Rylan's comment. While she laughed, he took a small bite of the waffle. But it was a big mistake.
Rylan looked around and saw that the mice too were green from nausea. For you see, CinderKim was not a good chef. Thus, being a part of the reason why her wicked stepfamily always complains.
"Um… I'm Dottie." Dottie said as she forced a smile to prevent hurting CinderKim's feelings again.
"I'm Rylan" Rylan drawled calmly.
"I… I'm Daniel." Daniel squeaked.
"Such lovely names, what brings you three to the attic?" CinderKim said with a smile.
"We're the Cinnamon Roll Trio!" Dottie squeaked.
"And we are moving in! For now… If, you don't have any cats or mouse exterminators…" Daniel squealed.
"I must warn you that they have a horribly awful cat." CinderKim warned gently.
"Maybe we should move out… I don't like cats!" Daniel whimpered.
"Humph! What's fun about not having risks and defying death once in a while?" Rylan wondered.
Before CinderKim could reply, an annoying screech could be heard from downstairs.
"CINDERKIIIIIIIIIIIM!" Madame Ivy called. "GO AND BUY US VEGETABLES FROM THE MARKET FOR LUNCH!"
"Oh dear, it looks like Madame Ivy's getting cranky again! You three stick close to me just in case." CinderKim scooped the three mice and placed them in the pocket of her apron. Immediately, bolting out of the door and running to the village market along with her new friends.