Cinderella

“My sisters are beautiful in fact. Adorned in silks that I have ironed for them, with jewels offered by our father, they’re going tonight as queen’s of the ball, to win the most envied eyes of all the men. Never a prince, Mother of memories, will see me next to their beauty. Mother in the tree, stretch the five fingers of your providential hand to transport the wretched one that I am from this poor haven of ash and soot to the sounds of celebration, through the dancers. Stop time, show hearts rather than eyes...” 
Prayer, taken from Cinderella’s diary