After receiving news of the exact date of Prince Charming's birthday ball, which was less than a month away, Ms. Vandertramp commenced to draw up a plan with her assistant Dora in order to transform Cinderella's figure. Not only did Cinderella have to stick to an absolutely strict diet, where the number of no-carb days in a week was increased from one day to two days, but also the amount of exercise Cinderella had to do per day was also doubled.
"Don't you worry, Cinderella," said Ms. Vandertramp encouragingly. "If you stick to my plan, I'm sure you will be able to lose half of your current weight in no time. That way you will no longer be a fatty anymore!"
Strongly motivated by Ms. Vandertramp's constant encouragements and her own powerful will to marry the handsome prince, Cinderella gradually ceased all her complaints and obeyed every single rule of Ms. Vandertramp's strict regime. Even when the servants, who took pity on Cinderella, offered her some desserts whilst Ms. Vandertramp was not looking, Cinderella resolutely refused their generous offers.
Nevertheless, after Cinderella stepped down from the scale exactly one week before the prince's ball, they were extremely dismayed to discover that not only had Cinderella's weight not decreased, on the contrary it seemed to have increased slightly.
"Impossible!" exclaimed Ms. Vandertramp in frustration. "What on Earth is going on? My methods have never failed me before. Cinderella, be honest, did you stick to every single rule that you were told?"
"Of course I have!" retorted Cinderella angrily, frustrated by the fact that her hard work did not seem to have paid off and offended by Ms. Vandertramp's suspicions. "How dare you suspect me of performing such dishonest conducts?" After Cinderella had finished yelling, she dashed back to her room, covered herself with her silk duvet and cried herself to bed whilst listening to Ms. Vandertramp and Dora discussing what to do.
At midnight, Cinderella woke up and thought to herself: "I've had enough of these stupid regimes and fruitless efforts. I have to get out of this house before I get mad from all these tortures."
Thus, Cinderella put on her little red riding hood, which her mother had given to her as a birthday present and which Ms. Vandertramp forbade her to wear as "red makes people look fat", and quietly stole out of the house from the back door into the darkness.
~To be Continued~
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