Secret Cinderella Preview
“Charlotte, move the boxes.” Her stepmother's announcement echoed overhead on the speaker. Thankfully there were no customers in the store yet while Charlotte choked down her morning oatmeal in the employee break room.
She hopped up fast, always ready to work. This superstore had once been her father’s pride and joy. Now it was her prison, but maybe one day she’d own it like he’d intended for her.
Tossing half of her breakfast in the trash, she nodded at her stepmother, Nancy, whose black eyes seemed like evil incarnate. Her black eyeliner and black outfit added to the effect. Nancy watched Charlotte grab the red pull cart that held the new deliveries with an expression of malicious joy.
One day, Charlotte hoped those witchy eyes would stop staring into her so
