... and I apologise in advance. (I also apologise in advance about the disastrous and cringe-worthy amount of times I use the word 'like' in this post. But sometimes one must pretend to be fashionable.)
So, there's this young girl called Ella. Has a mother, has a father. Never a moments sorrow. In fact, the first time she cries in her life is when her mother dies. (Which, it cannot be denied, is very sad.) Ella grows up, her father and best friend (the same person) grows up, too. Then one day the father's like, 'Hey Ella, I'm going to marry an evil stepmother bye.' And then he's like, 'Oh hey Ella, I'm going off and I'm going die bye.' So then Ella's stuck with three evil people who randomly decide to put the word of something which makes her dirty before her real name. Fortunately, it sounds quite elegant, the name. (It's Cinderella, for anyone who lives under a rock and has never heard of this story.)
Then one day Ella's like, 'Hey I'm going to go to ride on my white pony bye.' And she meets a man who is coincidentally three things: 1. Young 2. Handsome 3. Single. Oh, and hey, also a prince. They're like, 'We're madly in love guys' for days after exchanging like, three sentences and three eyeglances. Um, okay.
The prince is rather desperate to exchange the fourth sentence, so he's like, 'hey dad lets invite EVERYONE to my ball.' And the dad's like, 'Fine son.' Even though his idea means that terrorists and beggars and dogs and barmaids are welcome too. But okay, everything to exchange the fourth sentence; I get it. They need to meet again. But wait - will they? Because the stepmother's like, 'No Cinderella, madam will do and your dress won't.'
But it doesn't matter, that - in fact, it's a blessing in disguise because a white thing changes garden things into carriage things and suddenly Cinderella has a blue dress on. Like, wow, thanks, white thing. That was really much appreciated. So thus Cinderella walks into the ballroom and everyone's like, 'Okay let's look at that random girl so that the prince will notice her in this big crowd and so they can exchange the forth sentence.' Cinderella and the prince are like, 'Oh HEY! Let's dance' and they dance even though Cinderella has never had dance lessons and she has never practised dancing in a big dress. Then they walk in a garden and the prince is like, 'Hey let me put on your shoe.' Cinderella's like, 'Oh dear, it's midnight I gotta go, I gotta goooo!' And then her shoe falls off again and Kit's like, 'Wow couldn't she have put on shoes that fit?'
Anyways, back home the stepmother realises Cinderella had come to the ball, and she realises that the prince and her are on their way to matrimony. She's like, 'Mwuhaha, let me lock her up in the attic and break the glass slipper.' But the MICE are like, 'Let's save the day' and they open the window. Cinderella is like, 'I'm going to sing even though I'm locked in' and then Kit hears her et voila. They meet for the third time, exchange their tenth-or-something sentence and why, yes - why yes, they are ready to promise each other to have and to hold till death them to part.