There is a famous fairytale. A kindhearted girl whose father and stepmother got married and became a family of five with her two stepsisters. The poor girl who was condemned by her stepmother and stepsisters when her father died. The very fairytale, Cinderella.
But I am not Cinderella, I am the stepmother.
At the age of thirty-seven, already married twice, been widowed twice and raising three daughters!
Daniel Walford, a man who keeps approaching me while I’m busy trying to raise my three daughters.
“Can I kiss you?”
As a son-in law, I think he’s a little bit older but why does he keep approaching?… Oh, I don’t know.
Once I let Cinderella marry the prince, I can live quietly.
But is this fairytale really ‘Cinderella’?