Dear Fairy-Godmother

This letter is in reference to that party I went to, two days back.

I was dancing with this guy at the party.

The very hip, very cool party.

Flashy clothes, all top of the line

Everyone glittering from head to toe.

I was fancily dressed thanks to you. 

So then, the cutest guy in the room asked me to dance.

Of course I said yes.

He was rich, he was cute, he was tall. Why not right?

So we danced.

Everyone watched as we grooved.

Slowly, the dancefloor started filling up and people were dancing around us. 

And just as no one was looking.. He grabbed my butt!

That pervert! He grabbed my butt.

I was shocked. So I ran for it.

Pell mell, down the stairs, I ran for it.

The stairs tripped my shoe and I nearly fell. I was too much in a hurry so I left the shoe and I ran to my car.

And now that pervert is all over the place

Trying to identify the shoe.

That bastard. 

Sincerely,

Cinderella.