“Oh mummy, did you hear?! The prince Matthew is throwing a ball to find a bride! in a WEEK!!” Anastasia exclaimed, rushing towards her mother’s chambers with her sister Driselle followed behind her. The two girls continued giggling eagerly as they informed their mother. “Oh we MUST go, mother! We must, we must!” Driselle insisted, nagging their mother.

“A ball you say? To find himself a wife? Hm.” Lady Tremaine asked, a smirk forming on her lips and chuckled. “Of course, why not? You must look presentable. Wear your most extravagant dresses and tightest corsets.” Their mother replied.

Ever since your father tragically died, your step mother and step sisters revealed their true colors. They never appreciated you, they never even loved you. Truthfully they were incredibly jealous of you and your enchantingly exquisite beauty. Now that your father was gone, they took the opportunity to treat you like a maid. Forcing you to cook and clean, and succumb to their demands.