"Lucindarella" - What If? Blogfest

WHAT IF?
Fairytale Madness BlogFest!
AUGUST 13th – 17th 

Hosted by Cassie Mae @ Reading, Writing & Loving It

I'm participating in the "What If?" Fairytale Madness Blogfest and have a 300-word flash fiction "what if?" scenario for the classic fairytale, Cinderella. What you do is you take a popular fairytale and change one little detail and the entire direction of the story is completely different. Sounds fun, doesn't it?

I decided to do a plot twist with Cinderella, so that means I'm joining "Team Plot Twist."

Here's my entry:

Lucindarella

Lucinda carefully slid her dainty foot into the glass slipper, holding her breath.

"A perfect fit?” said the Royal Cobbler, his eyes wide with astonishment.

"Is it, man?” said the Royal Adviser. “You are the expert on this, not me.” They were on a mission to scout out the mystery girl who had danced with the Prince the past two nights at his Ball because she had suddenly disappeared at midnight without a trace. The Prince was frantically searching for her with the only thing she left behind—a glass slipper.

"I believe it is a perfect fit,” said the Royal Cobbler. “By Jove—we have found our mystery lass.”

"Good sirs, I was with the Prince the past two nights,” said Lucinda, batting her eyelashes. “I was afraid to tell him who I am because I'm a servant in this household.”

"The Prince has instructed me to try out all maidens' feet in the Kingdom, be they maids or mesdemoiselles,” said the Adviser. “Do not fear. He will make her his bride, regardless.”

Lucinda smiled and breathed a sigh of relief. But, she knew she was lying to these old men through her teeth. The glass slipper belonged to Cinderella, the aristocratic 'servant' girl next door, a friend she'd been giving her old shoes to for years now. Luckily, their feet were exactly the same size or the ruse would have failed. And, luckily these codgers got to her house before Cinderella's.

She stepped into the carriage outside the house and spotted Cinderella watching her get inside from her window. She smirked at her. Cinderella shot her the glare of death.

"What can I say? Being a servant sucks and you're too trusting,” she muttered under her breath, chuckling. “This 'happily ever after' is mine now.”