Cinderella is Grace, and the ball is a Bat Mitzvah.
Today our house was a scene of cottage industry. I altered the dress I bought for Grace in the women’s department. The style and fabric were exactly what she wanted, but it was too drop-waisted, too long for a 5′ 1″ girl. Out came the sewing machine and ironing board.
Meanwhile, Jimmy drove Cinderella to Target to buy some tights. He was shooed away by his daughter from the Intimates section of the store. I asked him where he lingered while waiting. “Electronics,” he replied, with a tone that conveyed, “Where else?”
Later, I assisted with nail polish and jewelry selection and fastening. The black cardigan sweater, bunched up since the last occasion, needed some sprucing up with a damp cloth.
A check was written and greeting card found. Cinderella did her own makeup, and she is good at it.
Purse, phone, hairbrush, and coat were gathered. Black slippers were slipped on.
I took some pictures.
Her carriage arrived. She went.
The ball, at a hotel in the adjacent town, ends at 11:30pm. Cinderella will be home around the stroke of midnight, in her customized dress, not-glass slippers, and pink tights from Target.