Cinderella sat in her pumpkin carriage, with a bird-turned-coachman driving it as they sped toward the palace.
They soon arrived at the palace, and Cinderella stepped down from the carriage, marveling at the grand palace before her.
Just as she and the bird were about to enter, they were stopped by the guard.
Suspiciously, the guard asked, “Where’s your invitation? Not just anyone can enter the palace.”
In the past, this might have stumped Cinderella, but now she had magic on her side.
She reached into her pocket, and an invitation appeared in her hand.
She handed the invitation to the guard, but just then, a servant rushed over and whispered something to the guard.
Immediately, the guard respectfully let Cinderella in, not even glancing at the invitation.
Both Cinderella and the bird were puzzled.
As she entered the palace, she was awestruck by its splendor, curiously glancing around.
What she didn’t realize was that everyone was watching her. From the moment she stepped into the palace, she became the center of attention.
Someone said, “Her gown is stunning! I wonder where she had it made? No tailor in town could craft such a beautiful dress.”
“And her hairstyle—none of the top hairstylists in town could make something so exquisite.”
“Not to mention her glass slippers—no shoemaker in town could create such elegant shoes…”
“But most beautiful of all is she herself. Who is she? I’ve never seen her before.”
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Meanwhile, three people were staring at Cinderella with burning jealousy—her stepmother and stepsisters.
The stepmother fanned herself furiously, saying, “Where did this woman come from? If the prince sees her and falls for her, we’re doomed!”
The second daughter muttered, “Why does she look a bit like Cinderella?”
At that moment, the bird-turned-servant was passing by and froze: if they recognized Cinderella, it would be disastrous.
But the eldest daughter scoffed, “What a joke! Cinderella is filthy and always covered in ash—there’s no way this is her!”
“Besides, she has a servant with her. We’ve never had a servant like that in our house.”
Hearing this, the bird relaxed and deliberately coughed, saying, “I’m definitely not from your house, and my master isn’t some Cinderella or White Ella.”
At this moment, another person was also gazing intently at Cinderella—the prince.
Earlier, he had seen the guard stop a young woman at the entrance, and as soon as he laid eyes on her, she looked familiar.
In the next second, he remembered the girl who had saved him twice.
He immediately sent a servant to instruct the guard to let her in.
Now, he walked toward her, ready to confirm whether she was truly his savior.
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