Waking up as Cinderella’s Stepsister

Waking up as Cinderella's Stepsister - Chapter 5.1

“Did you know that the Fairy Godmother would appear?”

The next morning. Ella, whose face was glowing, whispered secretly.

Ella seemed to have noticed the meaning of 'You may resent me now, but the day will come when you will thank me.' Even though her magic had been lifted, she was still drenched in the emotions of yesterday.

Instead of answering, I smiled silently. Unlike yesterday, when I was buoyed, I was strangely depressed.

“I thought all the things like fairies and magic were made up by people….”

Ella, who had been muttering in excitement, drooped her shoulders, blurring the end of her words. Then she went on in a melancholy voice.

“Time went by so quickly.”

"Yes. It did."

“Will he remember me?”

"Who knows."

I replied helplessly, recalling the blue eyes of the man whose eyes pierced into me without hesitation. And….

'Never. Don’t go anywhere.’

The heavy bass of his voice lingered in my ears.

“It seems like I fell in love at first sight.”

“Is that so?”

A sigh escaped both me and Ella's mouths at the same time.

“Unless I borrow the power of magic, such a dreamlike moment will never come again, right?”

Ella asked with a face that looked like she could not dare to be greedy. Her eyes looked sad.

I was worried about what would happen if Ella complained that she wanted more fairies to come, but it didn't happen because she was a good-natured child.

She seemed to know early on that she had to stop dreaming. She knew that she had been dressed up through magic, so she had run with all her might.

However, I was the only one returning to a harsh reality, Ella had a rosy life that would unfold in front of her soon.

But I didn't say much. The reasons were complicated in many ways.

I just stared at Ella's painfully distorted face without saying a word.

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A few days passed like that. And, as expected, the news came that they were looking for a woman who had dropped a glass slipper at the royal ball. It was said that he would marry the woman whose glass shoes fit her feet.

When I was a kid, I read it without much thought, but now that I look author it, it was absolutely absurd.

Declaring that he would marry a woman he met briefly at the ball was no different from two people who met at a club and headed straight for the wedding hall.

Above all, how many women were there in this country, and then to go looking for one woman one by one and have them try on a shoe? Besides, how many people have the same foot size 5?

In other words, someone’s feet might fit the shoe even before he got to our house.

The idea that the only way to find a woman who made him fall in love at first sight that he wanted to marry her was to have women try on her shoe was absurd.

Unless he suffered from severe facial blindness, it means that he was so stupid that he couldn’t even remember the face of the woman he danced with for hours.

The curiously improbable development perked my curiosity which had faded away.

The helplessness that was tormenting me after the ball also helped.

Everything was bothering me, so I just stood by as if it didn't matter.

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"Sister!"

I was sitting in my room staring blankly out the window when I heard a noise. The door swung open with the sound of thumping footsteps, and Ella rushed in.

When I saw Ella’s flushed face, I could guess what she was going to say.

Finally, it's our turn.

“Go and prove that it is your shoe. And show them that you have the other pair too.”

It had nothing to do with me anyway. Ella grabbed me by the arm, beckoning with a wistful face, saying, "Let's go down together." I didn't feel like it, but I agreed to her demands and followed her.

As I was going down the stairs, Drizella was putting her foot in her shoe. It's not going to fit anyway....

The moment I shook my head, Drizella exclaimed.

"Oh! It fits my feet!”

No way?

Surprised, I ran to Drizzella and looked at her feet. I was concerned that she had cut her toe or heel to fit into the shoe.

But her toes and heels were fine.

Not knowing what had happened, my mouth turned m dry, but the prince who was sitting on the chair got up and opened his mouth.

“If you are the owner of the shoe, please take a step forward.”

Drizella rejoiced for a moment that it fit her foot, then shook her head and pulled it off.

“These shoes are not mine.”

Like the woodcutter in <Gold Axe, Silver Ax>, Drizella answered.

How are you giving up so easily?

At her unbelievable behavior, I looked at Drizella with somewhat startled eyes. The prince nodded his head as if he knew the reason without asking why.

Then the prince's eyes turned to me. Why me… I had no choice but to agree, remembering the plot that the main character was the last one to try the show on.

I put my foot in the shoe with a face that didn’t even have an ounce of expectation. But what? My foot slipped in. It didn't just go in, but it fit very well.

I was shocked by the unexpected situation. Sisters have the same foot size and often wear the same shoes together, so this seemed to be the case.

“If you are the owner of the shoe, please take a step forward.”

The prince asked me the same question as before. I also shook my head like Drizella.

Not only was I not the owner of the shoe, but unlike the pretty exterior, the shoe was too heavy and uncomfortable to walk in. It was hard enough to even walk properly, let alone dance in.

I admired Ella who had danced for hours in this hard and uncomfortable shoe while she also ran with all her might in it.

And he asked with a polite smile, but the prince's eyes and tone had a subtle sense of intimidation. He was definitely a prince. He wasn't to by only judged by his handsome looks.

It must have been the same not only for Drizella, but also for many women who had gone through the same shoe. It was obvious that one would soon be caught if one insisted that the shoe would fit her foot. Drizella and I wanted to live a long life.

It finally became Ella's turn. The show fit her foot perfectly.

As she took out the remaining pair and put them on, the prince approached her with a bright face and kissed her deeply.

If they start kissing with their tongues, I will die.

I clenched my fists timidly and looked at them with a slightly twisted gaze but suddenly my body was turned around by a strong force.

“You sisters seem to have a hobby of hide-and-seek.”

The man growled. It was the man I met at the ball.

Unlike the day when he had a friendly and gentle look, the man had cold eyes as if he would freeze everything around him.

I got chills and tried to take a step back while gulping down saliva. But I was soon caught by a firm hand.

"I must have told you not to go anywhere and wait."

The man said as he put his face close to mine. I felt like invisible black smoke was coming out of his body.

I, who had been frozen with a sense of coercion, quickly came to my senses and opened my mouth at the thought of why this was happening when I did nothing wrong.

"Excuse me."

“Drake Wolfrick Persson.”

"Okay. Sir Drake Wolfrick Persson.”

Being careful not to make a mistake, I called out his name again, and he raised his chin as if to say something.

“I just came home on my own feet, and I don’t know why you are treating me like a criminal.”

“Because you dared to break my order.”