Misfortune

A form of retell of Cinderella.
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"I have returned." Lilly called through the mansion she called home since she had been a child, whilst removing her mask and placing it with her knife. The sisters rushed to her within seconds of hearing her voice. All three of them; Betty, Margaret and Shelby. They snatched the chest from Lily and ran to the closest table, before rummaging through it. Silks and Nylon. Roles of it. That is what Lily had brought to the house. Of multiple colours. Pink, yellow, green, purple and blue.

"Well done, Lily." Her step mother, Clarice, praised in a strained voice. "But you have forgotten the bills need paying. And these materials will not pay for that." She spat at Lily. Betty squealed.

"Pearls! There are pearls in here." Betty ran over to her mother to show her. Clarice held them close to her face and inspected them, humming as though lost in thought. Lily stood, rubbing her hands, hoping to high heaven that they were real. Of course they are real. The Queen would not have fake perls!

"It seems you have done exceptionally well, Lily. May I ask, where did these come from?" A usual enquiry Clarice threw at Lily after every time she really did well.

"The royal cart." Every pair of eyes snapped to Lily's body, wide. Betty, Margaret and Shelby all looked down at the materials they were holding in their hands before looking back up at Lily and their mother.

"These have touched the royal hands?" Shelby poked, as if not hearing Lily the first time.

"Probably." The three girls looked between each other before squealing. Clarice winced for a nanosecond before speaking.

"That will be enough of that, girls." Lily could have kissed Clarice, but knew she was not that grateful. "It is a good job the royal family had picked those materials, because there is to be a ball, tomorrow night. The prince is in search of a bride. And my girls are invited. Along with... yourself. But you are to focus on my girls being the Belle of the ball. You got that?"

"Yes, Clarice." Lily bowed her head slightly, knowing exactly how her evening was going to be spent.

"Good." Clarice smirked slightly. Happy with Lily's response, she left Lily to deal with hell.

"I want the pink!" Betty cried out, tugging the material with her fingers.

"No, I want the pink!" Margaret cried out louder than Betty had, as if outraged by Betty's statement, as she tried to pull the material from out of Betty's grip.

"But I said it first!" Betty pulled it back into her hands, tightening the grip as she tried to cradle it.

"But I am the eldest!" Margaret tried pulling it from the youngest sister.

They are going to ruin the material, Lily thought as she walked towards them.

"Margaret, I think the purple will look so much better on you than pink. It is more sophisticated and mature." Lily held the roll out for her to feel and hold against her skin.

"Yes! This is it! I want the purple!" Margaret all but cried down the poor girls ears, ecstatic and confident that she will look better than the other sisters, just because Lily had told her that the purple will suit her more.

"I want the yellow." Shelby had wrapped herself in the material whilst the other two had been squabbling over the pink material.

"Excellent choice." Lily complimented Shelby before trying to unwrap her, but Shelby made it as impossible as she could as she imaged herself being the brightest female at the ball. The prince will have to notice me.

Lily sighed once she had untangled Shelby of the material and placed them back in the chest before walking up to the studio, where the three girls followed, as if lost lambs.

It took Lily an hour alone to take the measurements and designs the three girls wanted. They were all younger than her, and it really showed.

"I want my dress to have bows! Across here." Margaret yelled and ran her hand across her waist. "And it to be low here!" She roamed her hand across her chest.

"Why not have it here," Lily brought the material up slightly against Margarets chest. "And I will make it tight so you still show but they are covered too. Create a bit of mystery. As for the bow," Lily removed the material and placed it away before grabbing the paper that homed her basic design and pencil. "Why not have one bow here, showing off your waist." Lily sketched the bow before handing Margaret the pad to ponder over the design.

"Lily, I want mine to finish here." Shelby placed her hands across her arms, very high up her arms. Lily knew Clarice would have her head if she allowed them to be that high.

"But what if it is cold tomorrow night, Shelby?" Lily passed Shelby the pad that homed her design before walking over to Betty.

"I want mine to be frilly here." Betty's hands found themselves out in the air that surrounded her. "A big frilly dress like the princesses wear in the books!"

"Betty, you are thirteen now. You are a young lady. You are eligible to marry the prince. Do you think it shows sophistication?" Lily handed Betty the design of her dress before grabbing the last pad and sketching her own design. Straight. Black. Long sleeved. Perfect, Lily thought as she smiled and admired her own design.

"I am happy." Margaret stated, forcing her pad into Lily's unready and unexpected hands as she held onto her own pad.

"So am I." The other two declared. Lily smiled, taking their pads from them.

"Great. Why not two of you go to the tea room whilst I work with one of you and keep going until you all have a dress for tomorrow night?" Lily instantly regretted giving the three of them the option. "Shelby, I will work with you first as your dress is the simplest." The other two sulked but left the room so Lily could take Shelby's measurements and pin the dress around her figure, before hand sewing each part of the dress as Shelby stood still, a smile permanently on her face over being chosen first over her sister's.

"I just need to sort the hem out. Think you can slip out of your under layer to try this on properly for me?" Lily had not allowed her to decide for herself as she roll hemmed the dresses bottom and sleeves. She had already done so for the chest and back piece before Shelby had modelled it.

"Happy?" Lily asked once Shelby had placed the yellow dress with sleeves that finished at her elbow onto her body.

"Extremely, Lily." The two of them got the dress off without any trouble before Lily hung the dress up, out of sight, leaving Shelby to dress and leave the room. Margaret had stood on the platform when Lily had returned from the wardrobe. It took a little longer with Margaret than it had with Shelby, and had been grateful for a few seconds she had stopped working as their dressmaker, until Betty skipped her way into the room and the process started all over again.

It was time for bed when the three dresses had all been hidden away in the wardrobe located in the studio. Lily changed into her night gown, her feet feeling the air that they had been deprived of, thanks to her boots, all day long.

Wilbert. The name appeared in her mind as the mansion lay silently on the rare occasion, and caused Lily to smile like a mad woman.

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