The masquerade ball was an enchanting experience, one that Cinderella never in her widest dreams imagined she would have attended, until that night when her fairy godmother arrived with a bag of tricks to transform Cinders into the most beautiful princess the kingdom had ever seen…
Oh, how she danced in the arms of a spellbound prince, ever mindful of the hands of the ticking clock… and then it struck. Midnight? So soon? As she raced down the palace steps, fearful that her rags would return before she arrived home, terrified that she would be seen for the what she really was, in her haste she shed a single shoe…
Now if this was set a long time ago in a land far, far away, it may have been a glass slipper but this was set in the last 5 years and so the shoe was far more likely to be a Converse… but that’s neither here nor there as far as the pantomime goes.
The distraught Prince, in his grief at her disappearance, set out a mandate: “I will search the kingdom and whomever this weird footwear (complete with orthotic insole) fits, I shall marry.” And so his search began.
Now see, I’ve got a beef with Prince Charming: All that happened was him waltzing with some enigma in a mask on a dancefloor for a little while and now he’s declaring her an eternal soul mate! The search has, up until now continued, but it would be so much easier if the fairy godmother had advised her to go as herself, rags and all, simply because when the shoe fits, Prince-Pretending-to-be-Charming is going to shit his pants!
She was wearing a mask… so ok the fairy godmother couldn’t fake her dance moves… they were real enough, but the beautiful ball gown, (complete with corset creating that fake waistline and cleavage), once it transformed back into yoga pants and comfort bra boar no resemblance to the vision of beauty that had graced the ball.
The Prince of course is no real catch either… by all accounts he’s a workaholic and always away on state business, so in the likely event the (now in daylight, fake) Converse should find its way back to the dancing mystery lady, chances are she’d be obligated to marry an absent title who only actually danced with her at Christmas when the state ball required him to attend.
The moral of this panto is plain… Be who you are, communicate the real you from a place of authenticity and humility and then falling in love will be a miracle born of truth and nobody will ever need to live up to persona they inadvertently created in order to fit in and be socially acceptable.
At the posting of this story Cinderella was finally getting round to putting up the Christmas tree (in her yoga pants) and Prince Charming is missing in action, who knows whether or not he has given up the search or if he even still has the sweaty gym shoe?
Cinderella’s Dilemma is a Christmas romance brought to you by The Wholly Grail’s Principle 4: I AM Truth.
More later… x