Saturday, I really identified with Cinderella.

While I cooked, cleaned and styled  for the wicked step-sister who in reality is the beautiful and kind daughter, I laughed at myself while Windexing my reflection in the mirror.

I was in tattered clothing, with a rag in one hand and a broom in the other.

My fabulous daughter was prepping for the Creative Emmys. Departure time was 1pm and we needed to get her ready for the Ball.

The new silk designer dress had to be steamed, body replenished, the bed made, discarded clothing hung, the messy aura sanitized and purified.

The puppy had to be deterred from licking the lotion from newly moisturized legs. Now was not the time for a Finnley obsession.

The vintage necklace had to be properly draped around the neck. Additional jewelry selection was imperative. The correct evening bag selected.

The finished product was perfection.

The Princess Agent rode off in her Uber carriage and all was right with the world.