‘That fireplace will be there tomorrow, Cinderelly’
Was not quite feeling festive this morning. Was redder than the dress I ended up wearing to the Christmas party, actually.
Mom said don’t go. Avoid any more chances to be upset.
I fucking put on that red dress and had a hell of a good time. Because THAT is what a Goddess does.
When I left, she commended my choice to go to the ball. “That fireplace will be there tomorrow, Cinderelly.”
Also, where else could I rock my fabulous new hat?
