“Our prince has invited all eligible women to his ball,” said Ash’s stepmother.
Ash’s heart fluttered: True love was near.
Dressless, Ash sewed one together from old silks. Each beautiful creation was taken from her. Her stepmother. Her step sisters. The rest of the ladies in the village. No silk left, Ash went to the ball in rags.
She stared out at her beautiful dresses and the women of the land who loved them. This was true love: she would be a dressmaker.
Oh… she also snagged the prince. That was nice, too.
