☕️ Alice’s Mad Tea Party Presents:
🫖 Alice Spills the Tea: Cinderella
Alice taps her chin thoughtfully, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Ah, I know just the next story to twist into a delightful knot. Let’s unravel the tale of Cinderella—but forget the fairy godmother, the pumpkin carriage, and that glass slipper nonsense."
She leans forward, her grin widening. "In my version, Cinderella isn’t some poor servant girl waiting for rescue. No, darling. She’s a cunning witch hiding in plain sight, biding her time to overthrow the corrupt monarchy that destroyed her family."
Alice swirls her cup, the liquid turning a deep, enchanting purple. "Her stepmother and stepsisters? Not just cruel relatives, but members of a rival coven who betrayed Cinderella’s mother, stealing her magic and leaving Cinderella powerless. But Cinderella didn’t let that defeat her. She studied in secret, learning the dark arts from the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike."
"And the ball?" Alice chuckles darkly. "It wasn’t about meeting the prince—it was her grand entrance, a demonstration of her power. That shimmering gown? An illusion spell, woven from stardust and shadow. The glass slippers? A trap, enchanted to break and release a curse upon the entire royal court."
Alice’s eyes flash as she continues. "When the clock struck midnight, Cinderella wasn’t fleeing in fear; she was setting her plan into motion. The prince? Just another pawn. The real target was the king—her stepmother’s secret ally. And when Cinderella disappeared into the night, she left behind not just a slipper, but a legacy of vengeance that would shatter the kingdom’s foundations."
Alice leans back, her smile wicked. "Cinderella’s story isn’t one of helplessness—it’s a tale of long-brewing revenge, of a witch reclaiming her birthright and teaching her enemies that magic, when wielded with purpose, is the most powerful weapon of all."
She tilts her head, sipping her mysterious tea. "Now, doesn’t that give you a whole new perspective on ‘happily ever after’?
