Frog Tongue's and Cat Tail's, Charlene Toomey [i like reading books TXT] 📗

With the automated machine, it only took about half an hour to get everything washed. The real tricky task was the waxing. With the Porsche, you had to be precise. Not a single wrong move could be made. Everything had to shine as if the car were brand new. So that took her a while. She had only finished the driver door and the hood of the car when Millie, Lilly, and Prissy got home. “Well well well. Seems like someone hasn’t finished her chores yet.” Cindy rolled my eyes at Millie’s words. Sometimes her step-mother could be so mean. “Well. The girls and I are getting ready for Mace’s party. We’ll see you when you get done.” She and the step-sisters burst out laughing. It infuriated Cindy.

Part Four- The Gown and the Magic

She was finished by 9, three hours after her family had left, and two after the party had started. There was still a good three hours left though, so maybe she could still make it. She had kept on her old work clothes and slipped on her sandals, running own the road to the old Russian’s dress shop.

When she reached the shop, the doors were closed. So Cindy lifted her fist and began pounding on them. “Godiva! It’s Cindy! Are you here?!” She pounded on the door harder and screamed louder so hopefully the old woman would hear her. Sure enough, she did. The blinds came up and the lights flicked on, and a smile graced the Russian’s features. She unlocked and opened the doors quickly, ushering Cindy in before she closed the doors once more.

“I ‘sot you ‘veren’t coming child!” She said with a smile. “I ‘ave your outvit right in ‘ze back room.” Cindy nodded as Goddy took her to the back room. The outfit was amazing. The dress was white, strapless, with a gold trim at the top. There had to be at least three layers. She found it amazing how Godiva could come up with such genius ideas in so little time. Then she brought out the rest of the items on a cart. “All of dis is yours child.” She said lightly as she pulled the cloth from the cart. Cindy almost gasped in amazement. The shoes were amazing. Heels that she would most likely trip on, but were gorgeous. The accessories fit the dress perfectly. Assorted sizes of pearl bracelets, along with a matching pearl necklace. They added to the effect of the white layers of the gown. The earrings though, were gold with diamonds set into them, to contrast with the gown and jewelry. The finishing piece, was a silver and diamond Tiara. This was the piece Cindy stared at the most. She just couldn’t believe that Goddy had made all of this for her. It was like a dream come true.

“You’re a miracle worker Goddy..” She whispered lightly as she smiled gently. She pushed the cart towards Cindy and the girl nodded, taking it all into the dressing room. The dress was particularly difficult to get on. There were so many layers and buttons and zippers. She just didn’t know how the old woman could manage all of that. Finally, everything was set. She was just sliding the shoes on when Goddy came in to check on her.

“Oh, my dear. You look lovely.” She said with a smile. “Now let’s get you to zat party.” Cindy nodded as Goddy took her hand, leading the girl out the back doors. She was glad that she had no mask covering her face, her substitute was the shimmering glitter Goddy had covered her face with. Once out of the building, she gasped. Waiting for her outside was a shiny white and gold limo. Cindy couldn’t believe it. She was going to ride in that! Goddy ushered her into the car without a sound, and waved to her as the limo started and drove away.

Part Five- The Grand Entrance

As she walked through the doors of the large mansion, everyone stopped and turned. There were whispers as she walked down the stairs, but she wasn’t paying attention to that. Cindy was paying attention to the stares she was getting from my step-family. She simply smiled at them as she reached the bottom of the stairs. “Cindy…I knew you’d make it.” The familiar voice made her smile. Cindy faced him with a grin and took his hand. He pulled her out to the dance floor, and she couldn’t help but laugh at her step-sister’s tears. They were wrong. There can be happy endings.

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Publication Date: 09-17-2010

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