Cindi

Cindi! Cindi! Wipe your tears, Cindi! You’ve been given no rights. Somewhere life made a wrong turn. Your heart is made of glass. Your reputation shattered, when dear, old daddy, departed. She wasn’t a princely wife. She brought her bratty baggage, tolerated your twinkle-eyes and laugh. Attic locked up tight, every squeaking mouse in sight - they start to look tasty when your tummy is empty. The click when it is still dark, she flies into the room, throws you a broom, and down to the cinders you go… when it is still dark. You’re afraid of the dark. The herald invited everyone except you. You were locked in the closet with the broom. If you made a sound you would be doomed. Cindi! Cindi! Wipe your tears. I’m here to make wishes come true. Those tasty mice will drive you. The pumpkin will transport you. I know you think I’ve lost my mind. Your shattered heart will bind together, become shoes of glass - don’t lose them, don’t give away your heart. Cindi, choose from off the rack. Each stunning gown is your size, just choose the style, length and color - you’re about to have a ball! Trust your fairy godmother!