At first, my stepmother seemed nice. Things were okay. I used to help her out with chores. She lived on a farm so there was always work to be done and I wanted to pitch in. But she had two daughters who were a bit older than me and they used to laugh at my dirty clothes at the end of the day though I tried to laugh along, wanting them to love me as I tried to love them. After my papa died, my stepmother stopped making any effort with me. She never gave me the money to buy anything new and after a few months...my clothes were just rags.
Rosalie is literally passing cinderella off as her life story lol
