The Secrets Songstress
nd I asked her about the ball. "Stepmother, can I go to th
occasions, you are not of noble birth li
ation was addressed to our
tably, "You don't even have anything nice t
h us, that's final!" She said
could not see my prince again. I we
squerade ball. My stepmother, Lady Clarissa, Belle, and Lindsay were imm
ts over the years, our home had grown quiet and empty. The space that had once been mine was taken over by
preserved in the attic, had become my source of comfort and a tangible connection to the mother I had lost at a young age. The dresses
thtaking garment, rich with history and tradition, and beside it, her glass slippers sparkled with timeless b
uld allow me to come wi
hite ball gown. The gown appeared to be a vision of celestial beauty, a masterpiec
ul collarbones. The intricate silver and crystal beadwork, meticulously hand-embroidered onto the bodice, glistened like
irt, I noticed, was a voluminous cascade of layers, giving the gown a sense of regal grandeur. I couldn't he
felt like a radiant goddess. The beads on the bodice caught the light, sparkling and glistening with every movement. The gown created a breathtaking image,
ed my mother's wedding dress in my room in the attic, I think Lady Clar
speaks gently to my ear, "Ella, ther
d in a shallow voice. "W
ropping. "I've been worried, dear. Your mother's weddi
me?" I whispered to her. She nodded and said, "Your father, Mr. Oliver, intended
e the significance of these heirlooms, not just as beautiful item
may not have the same revere
ven sell these preciou
must do. "I won't let that happen. I'll
armly at me, a glimme
, dear. Your paren
termination, vowing to pr
, Mrs. Shirley. Your supp
r to me, Ella. I'll al
hance to see the prince again, but the though
el in lavishness. It was a golden opportunity for my stepmother and stepsisters to shine in the royal
t glistened like stars in the night sky. While incredibly beautiful, these gowns come with a price tag that further strains our dw
extravagant lifestyle had pushed our family to the brink of financial ruin. T
crashing upon me. I had no inkling of the dark secr
sed to feed my beloved pet, Fluffy. I called his name, expecting his usual enthu
r cruelty, approached me with a wicked grin. "Looking for your pre
udden uneasiness in my