Fairly Godmother

                This isn’t a story about true love, nor is it a story about overcoming staggering odds, or escaping from a destitute life and becoming something greater. No, this is a story about a dress, a dress that could change the course of history forever. No this dress didn’t have magical powers. There is no enchantment in this story. The dress was not the mystical creation of a fairy godmother. It was simply a beautiful dress worn by a beautiful girl at the right time and place.

                It was this beautiful dress that made a prince fall in love with a commoner. This dress and all that it represented. This dress and what it stood for. It was a dress that could make grown women weep, make men swoon, and make house maids into princesses.

                You might be asking yourself how I could possibly know any of this, and it’s because I was there, I saw it all with my own eyes. But I would never have doubted it was possible. I hadn’t expected anything less really. You see, I made that dress. I found the perfect girl to wear it. I got that girl to the ball. There is no fairy godmother in this story, only me.