Her dress was not a gown, and her shoes were second hand. She had her hair pulled back with shining beads tied in. Her mom had put them in place. Every stitch of dress was put in lovingly. The pricks in her hands were mostly healed. Her nails were painted a light pink. Others at the dance were sure to be dressed more extravagantly. When her date came to pick her and she walked down the hall, she glowed. Her dress was not a gown and her shoes were second hand, but for the first time, she felt like Cinderella.
Prompt: Like Cinderella
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