"Can I go to the party, Aunt Jezel?" I asked again as I knelt and fastened the high-heeled sandals on her foot.
"You?" she laughed. "A stupid, ugly servant attending a party hoping Alpha Luis will choose you? Don't be foolish, Cindy. No one will love you."
Her daughters laughed. Then, Stephany spilled the glass of orange juice I had freshly squeezed, at her request, and ordered me to clean it up.
"Whose dress is this?" Jenny asked, seeing a cheap, unflattering dress in the kitchen.
"I-it's mine."
Even if I hadn't told them the truth, the sisters would have ripped it up. I tried to stop them, but my dress was quickly torn. I cried. It was handmade. How could they be so heartless?
When night fell, the three of them went out in an automobile. I watched them from the window, filled with anguish and sorrow.
But as I cried, there was a knock on the door. I wiped my tears and opened it to see a beautiful lady in a white dress and radiating presence. She glowed so brightly I was almost blinded.
It was the moon goddess.
"Don't cry, Cindy," she said. "Come outside. Attend the party."
"B-but I can't. I don't have a dress. I don't even know where to rent an automobile."