Cinderella’s Handmaid
We always tell on ourselves. I looked a little too long when she wore that tight silver dress that flowed down to the floor. I sounded a little too wistful when I said you look beautiful, no, I really mean it. And I didn’t tell her when he came to pick her up that I wished it was just us instead. He took her delicate hand and led her down the wooden stairs like a scene in Cinderella. Cinderella wanted a prince, not a handmaid. But I didn’t really mind watching them dance all night because her smile sparkled. And when she was happy, so was I. Never mind tears into the pillowcase and tightness in my chest. Never mind the shattering inside when she said I love you and
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