'She looked like a girl who was evening, and an evening that had become a girl...'
In the kitchen, in her rags, Cinderella, longs to go to the ball. After all, there is nothing worse than not being invited to the party. Enter her fairy godmother...
But that is where the familiar story ends. Cinderella's transformation turns out to be much less about ballgowns, glass slippers and carriages, and much more about finding her truest self. Finally free from the kitchen cinders, who will she turn out to be?
