You were in the garden crying in your dress (or suit) you had made it yourself for the going ball, that was until your evil stepsisters and stepmother ruined it. The outfit was ripped and hanging off of you just barely.

“Hello lad. Wipe those tears why don’t you.”

A lady was here you had seen pictures of her in the house before it was your your god mother.

“I’m your fairy godmother, I’ll help you get to the ball.”