Chapter 4: 3

Waking up as Cinderella's Stepsister - Chapter 3

 

Trimaine's expression, looking into something, looked serious. It had been a while, but I've seen this expression before. The face of a colleague who received the notice of enlistment was exactly like this. (TN: Korea has mandatory military service for men.)

Thinking that something serious had happened, I approached her with my mind ready.

Feeling my presence, she lifted her head. She murmured with a tired face as she glanced at the paper in her hand.

“The royal family has sent us an invitation to attend the ball.”

“A ball?”

I opened my eyes wide at the sound of my ears popping open and looked at Trimaine.

Isn't the ball the main highlight of the Cinderella story?

When I thought that it was finally coming, my heart suddenly began to race.

While there was the excitement of witnessing a scene from a fairy tale with my own eyes, there was also a vague fear of what would happen after that.

As the moment came earlier than I expected, I didn’t know how I should react.

Then, my gaze turned to Trimaine, who had a stiff face the whole time. Contrary to the expectation that she would be excited at the thought of going in a fancy dress, her face was full of worry.

“Is there any problem?”

When I asked carefully, Trimaine, who lifted her eyes from the invitation, shook her head as if it was nothing special.

Then don't make that kind of face.

I wanted to turn away, but I couldn't walk away. As I continued to stare, wondering what was going on, Trimaine opened her mouth.

“Since it’s a royal ball… I am concerned about the the dresses.”

What is this. Were you that serious about choosing clothes?

After all, I thought that there was nothing that serious, but Trimaine continued.

“I can wear what I have, but it’s a debut stage for you in the social world, so you can’t go on wearing what you usually wear. But not just one dress, we have to order three dresses all at once…....”

Trimaine, whose words blurred towards the end, sighed. I was sorry that I misunderstood herwithout knowing that so I just stood there while moving my lips slightly.

Trimaine’s eyes turned to the invitation to the ball again. In her head, it seemed that she was doing the calculations, checking the finances of the house.

As I watched Trimaine drenched in worries, I belatedly could feel the life of the head of the family being put on her shoulders.

She must have been in her late 30s at most, but it was not enough that she suffered the pain of having to lose her husband twice, but she has to take care of her remaining daughters.

Considering that I was 31 years old when I was Kim Jin-young, I was still in my prime.

I wanted to lighten Trimaine’s burden a little.

With a quick brainstorm, it flashed across my head that Trimaine was a twice married noblewoman. Of course, she would have had a lot of experiences going to a party.

"I don't think we will have to buy a new dresses."

When I spoke in a slightly brighter voice, she looked at me as if she were wondering what I was talking about.

“We can alter it and wear ii.”

“Alter it?”

Trimaine asked, raising her eyebrows wide. Because it was unimaginable from her point of view.

Even though her circumstances were more difficult than before, she had the pride of being an aristocrat.

She was terribly ashamed to let go of the maids who stood by her side and to do her own hair or do skincare herself.

What was left of her servants, were those who did chores like her laundry or managing her garden and buildings, and was, so to speak, her bare minimum of pride.

Unlike Trimaine, my parents passed away when I was in high school, so I had to live so busy that did all kinds of part-time jobs.

The reason why I was better at cooking than my peers was because I worked part-time in the kitchen of a pub. Now, the experience at the wedding shop seemed to be useful.

That's not to say I'm going to make a quick dress. I didn't have the talent or the time to do that.

All I could think of was Trimaine’s party dresses, tucked away in dust.

It wasn't that she was in a financially difficult situation from the start, so it was clear that all her old dresses were made of the finest fabrics, even though the fashion was a bit out of date.

It was impossible to tailor the dresses to fit our own body, so then I could just take off the decorations on Trimaine’s dresses and decorate our own clothes. Then there was no need to worry about what to do if it didn't fit the body.

Trimaine looked at me with skeptical eyes, wondering what I could do as the previous me had never seen before. But she did not stop me or speak to me. I couldn't tell if she had just given up or because there was no other method.

She just looked at me and muttered, 'Somehow, she keeps feeling unfamiliar.'

Was she (the old Anastasia) like me in any way?

As I swallowed the words that reached my throat, I smiled brightly.

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First, we removed useful decorations from Trimaine's dresses, and based on that, we drew a design proposal that suited each of our styles.

Ella, of course, was shaking her head, saying that we could not alter dresses as aristocrats, but when she saw the finished designs one by one, she began to take interest little by little.

They were astonished that the parts were reborn as a completely different new outfit, not just a mending of torn clothes.

After collecting opinions, a full-scale alteration was started with the finished design.

Ella, who watched her with her hand on her chin, helped with the scissors, and Drizella began to put the threads in the needles.

When an unexpected situation occurred while I was following the wedding photo shoot, I dealt with the needle and thread on the fly, but as I was hand-sewing like this all day, there was pain everywhere in my shoulders and back.

It had to be carried out thoroughly confidential to the servants who were doing housework. It was because, as Drizella said, it was a big deal if there was a rumor that an aristocrat was altering her clothes because they had no clothes to wear to the royal ball.

“Maybe, my chest area… Can you make it stand out?”

In the midst of sewing, Ella, who was crouchingly approaching me, asked in a whisper.

Ella was particularly thin in her upper torso, with her collarbones bulging out and with meager breasts. Instead, she has a developed lower body, which gave her a generally skinny look because when she wore a dress, only her skinny upper body was emphasized.

On the other hand, I had a large chest. No, it would be correct to say that it had grown a lot. I was 75A when I was Jinyoung Kim, but now I was a full 80C cup.

My voluptuous breasts stood out even more thanks to my slim waist. So, when I wore a dress, I tended to look good.

But it wasn't all that good. Because this adjective 'voluptuous' made it seem like the stepmother and her 2 daughters ate well while Ella, who are the most in this house, looked like she wasn’t eating much.

Was this how the rumors started that Cinderella was harassed by her stepmother and her step-sisters?

I looked at the sulky Ella and nodded my head. I added mulberries on the inside to give it a voluminous feel.

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I got the best compliment since that day when I made baked potatoes.

The work of sewing and attaching the cut and torn pieces back together was repeated throughout the day.

Sewing, which was slow at first, started to pick up speed as I got used to it.

The width of the skirt was getting richer, and the embellishment was getting more and more glamorous.

After all, it seemed to be the right word to say that if something comes up, I will do it, and if I don't have teeth, I will just live with my gums. (TN: I think that she means if she does something, she does it fully and that she lives with what she has. Aka, if she had no teeth, she would just live with her gums.)

About a fortnight had passed, and I was finally able to see the finished product right in front of my eyes.

I looked at the dress reborn from my fingertips with a proud face.

Oh my god. Is this really the dress I made?

My heart was pounding and my hands were clasped together. I didn't know it when I was making it, but it looked really cool when I hung it up like a dress shop.

After trying on the dress, Ella liked it, saying that she finally had some cleavage, and Drizella was also happy enough that her smile went up to her ears.

Seeing them like it, I thought that I did well. I looked up happily, then moved my gaze to Trimaine, who was stroking the dress without saying a word.

Unlike her daughters, who were as happy as they could be, her eyes looked somewhat sad.

I thought that she might be missing her glamorous days. Maybe the pitifully torn dress was as sad as her situation.

I took out a dress I had kept aside and handed it to Trimaine.

“What is this?”

She asked with puzzled eyes. It was a face that had no expectation that it might be her own dress.

She waved her hand from the beginning saying that a dress was not necessary for her, but I also wanted to make a dress for Trimaine. It was thanks to her dress that I was able to alter new dresses, and above all, no matter how old one gets, a woman is a woman.

“I didn’t know if you would like it.”

Her lips parted slightly at my words. With a completely unexpected expression on her face, she just stared at me without saying a word.

“You mean the dress is for me?”

After a long silence, she asked.

"Yes."

Does she not like it?

Concerns were creeping in when there was no answer. It bothered me that I couldn't reflect her taste because I was making it secretly.

“…Thank you."

Said Trimaine, while looking down at her dress. For a brief moment, I saw her eyes moisten.

I turned around thinking that it was enough, and then I put on the new dress and enjoyed the happiness I had been waiting for.

Two days until the ball.

My heart began to tremble when I thought about finally seeing the historical (?) moment with my own eyes.

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Oh, my God!

I lay down with a pack of oatmeal powder mixed with wine on my face with a relaxed mind, but a sudden thought struck me and I had no choice but to jump up and sit down. (TN: Anastasia made a medieval version of a face mask lol)

It was because I was so absorbed in the dress alterations that I completely forgot about the important thing.

As I sat with my mouth open, the figure of Cinderella who changed into a very rich blue dress with a single gesture of the fairy godmother unfolded before my eyes.

Even if I didn’t do anything, the fairy godmother would take care of her pretty dress and glass shoes, but I made Ella's dress while making a fuss about it.

As expected, it was right to say that if you have a bad head, your hands and feet suffer. (TN: she’s saying that if you're stupid, you will end up working more).

No, rather, I was worried that my touch would lead to a mess of the story.

In order to bring out the ending that Cinderella, who was being abused and bullied, finally obtained happiness, the premise was that the prince must fall in love at first sight.

In addition, she has to lose a glass slipper.

It was a ball hosted by the royal family, so it is clear that everyone will come in extravagant dresses, no matter how hard I work on alterations....

Above all, my dress could not be compared to the magic dress of the fairy godmother. Her hairstyle, her makeup, and everything she would would have to be borrowed from the Fairy Godmother.

Crucially, there were no glass slippers to drop on the stairs.

What would happen if the prince couldn't see her like this?

A chill rushed down my back at the thought that we might end up with a completely different ending. It felt like I had done something terribly wrong.

But do real fairies and magic exist?

Still, confusion flooded my complicated head. So far, life is different here from Korea, but I have never witnessed magic in person.

However, I couldn't just ignore it. Because something that could never have happened has happened to me.

My head started hurting like it was going to explode. If I hadn't reformed Ella's dress, I wouldn't have had to worry about it. Why am I so nice.

No, is it wrong to be nice?

If there was a fairy godmother, I wanted for the fairy godmother to not only care about Cinderella, but also me.

Honestly, it was unfair. I didn’t want to discriminate against Ella, so I sewed until my fingers were swollen.

I ripped my hair out and tried to figure out what to do. However, no matter how much I thought about it, I couldn’t come up with any clever move other than doing the same as the original story.

Then I have no choice but to rip Ella's clothes....

Ah. Do I really have to play the villain?

No matter how much I thought about it, it seemed that I was the only one who could do it. I feared what would happen if the fairy godmother didn't show up, but I also didn't want the story to go awry because of me.

After thinking all night, I ran to Ella's room as soon as the sun came up.

And I mercilessly tore her clothes.

Aahhhh.

Ella's scream flew in like a dagger. Squeezing my pitiful heart, I shouted into Ella's wailing ear.

“You may resent me now, but the day will come when you will thank me!”

 

 

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