Dearest Cinderella Read Online Free

people will be attending, making fools of themselves to
impress the royal family. I would rather be miles away from that
debacle.
    Every afternoon the Prince would
write and every morning, hours later, Cinderella replied.
    I would rather be right in the
centre of it. I have far too little excitement in my life to miss
attending such a debacle. I am not opposed to meeting the Prince
and falling in love, though I know the probability of that
happening is slimmer than that of me actually meeting him. I
suppose I could settle for falling in love with a simple gentleman,
one who could take me away from my family. Why do you look at the
ball with such a critical eye? Do you dislike the royal family or
just merriment in general?
    Cinderella's quick wit in script
drew the Prince to her, nobody had ever had the nerve to speak to
him in such a manor.
    Aha! You mock me now but you've
never had the displeasure of attending such an event. Write to me
after and I can assure you that you will be singing another tune.
Tell me, why do you hide your diary in the forest? I assume it's
still here. You didn't answer earlier.
    Their easy friendship led to
trust, which led to Cinderella finally confiding to him about her
family.
    I hide it in the forest so that
my family do not read it and use it against me. I thought nobody
would find it here, it seems quite ironic now. The thing I was most
anxious to hide led to this. I would never hope to have changed
it.
    Slowly, a steady friendship grew
between them, bonding them together. For, although neither of them
would openly admit it, their friendship meant too much to both of
them to be considered platonic.
    Neither would I, finding your
dairy was a blessing I could not regret, it has led to this. I am
thankful for you when I read your jests and laugh. It allows me
some peace among all the noise and orders and responsibilities that
inhabit my world.
    Neither of them knew how to tell
the other, and so they continued writing under the guise of
friendship. When the paper had run out of space the Prince replaced
it with a book of his own.
    I gathered this might be
needed, it was getting dastardly hard to write on that dirty sheet.
Would you trust me with the location of your diary now that you
know where mine is, in your hands.
    This proved to be a mistake as
the paper was at such a fine quality that it immediately made
Cinderella apprehensive

    Where did you find such a
beautifully crafted book? I've never seen one so ornate before.
    Which led to more lies.
    It was a gift from the king, I
completed a project for him and the book, along with a few other
trinkets, were a gift for my service. Does your avoiding my
question mean that no, you will not tell me where it is hidden? It
is a shame for I had wished to see another portrait of your family.
I haven't laughed quite so hard in years. Might you favour me with
an original, Cinderella?
    The letters were filled with
questions, each curious of the other, wanting to learn more. Where
the Prince lied about being a titled lord, Cinderella lied about
being a common young miss.
    Of course my lord, but what
shall I draw for you? As you already know, my talents are vast.
    Despite this, the most important
parts of their correspondence remained truthful. The moments when
they confided in each other about their worries for the future.
Whether The Prince would ever live up to his father's expectations,
whether Cinderella would ever step out from the shadow that was her
family. As their letters to each other grew in length, Cinderella's
diary entries shortened. Often she thought of funny things to tell
him and vice versa. On one particular afternoon, Cinderella entered
the forest and saw movement behind the trees in the clearing at the
oak tree. Her breathing stilled in her throat as she stared. Her
heartbeat quickened, her body humming with adrenaline. The idea of
accosting him as he wrote ran through her mind. Although she was
incredibly excited, she was also scared.