Cinderella. She’s the pretty girl who got herself a prince even if she was poor and was just a dish maid. Attending the ball was her key to her happiness. Just one dance and she had her happily ever after.

I used to believe that my life will at least be happy like hers.

But I was wrong.

Of course. What was I thinking? This is the real world. I need to wake myself up from my silly and childish dreams.

At least I know that not everything will happen the way I wanted to.

But who knows? Maybe it will be better than that.