‘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?

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