frocks awaiting her inside.
This was indeed a magical house. Every time she opened the wardrobe doors, there were more new gowns inside for her to select from. My goodness! It was actually a chore to have to decide which one she would wear, knowing she would never see it again and therefore she must make the right choice.
Snow giggled as she pulled out a frothy yellow summer gown. Its wispy sleeves and skirts did much to make her feel incredibly feminine as she tugged it over her head and tied its wide white sash. Dipping back inside, she fetched matching yellow slippers and placed them upon her feet.
Friday Joy would be in any moment to do her hair and she wanted to be already dressed when she came. Joy was the yellow-haired fairy and Snow hoped she approved of the dress this morning. Sitting down at the pretty white carved vanity, Snow smiled at her reflection in the looking glass. In such a happy home as this, she had to believe that everything would turn right. How could it not when such magic existed?
At the knock on her door, she called out, “Come in!”
“Well, good morning,” Joy chirped as she came into the room, her arms full of roses. “Look what Hope cut for you today. Our garden has been positively brimming with them since you came.”
“Has it?”
Joy set the roses on Snow’s dresser, her yellow eyes twinkling in the mirror as she glanced over at Snow. “Did you not know that enchanted cottages are designed to make you feel especially at home? You will always eat your most favorite foods, and your favorite flowers will bloom spontaneously to your moods and wishes.” She walked over and picked up a brush from the vanity near Snow’s elbow. “And since our garden has been full of sweet roses, Hope decided you must want some with you as well.”
Snow closed her eyes as the fairy began to brush her long hair. It was a mass of curling tangles whenever she attempted the thing, but with Joy’s touch, her hair seemed to flow into sumptuous long ringlets. “Is that why the room décor is done in my favorite colors?”
“Mhmm… And why the wardrobe will provide you with a never-ending supply of your most favorite gowns, even dresses you would not have ever known were your favorite until you tried them on.”
“It does spoil me to have so many choices, especially when they are all equally desirable.”
“Well, you are Snow White, my dear.” Joy grinned as she placed a pretty white rose into her hair, securing it with pins.
Snow shook her head. My goodness, this much attention toward one girl cannot be fine. “I am just a girl. Nothing more, nothing less.”
Joy met her gaze in the mirror. “Does it bother you to be so pampered?”
Snow dropped her gaze a bit. “It has not been an easy life.” Her eyes met the fairy’s again. “I do not mean that I am ungrateful for it. I only want to clarify that sometimes I would like to know how it would feel to be judged upon my own merit, the integrity of my heart. To have someone love me because they know me, not because of a silly enchantment clouding their perception.”
Joy’s hands stilled while placing a pink rose next to the white one. “Oh, I see. I have never thought about it that way before.” She quickly tucked a few pins around the bottom petals of the rose. “It must be vexing, certainly, never to know if you are actually loved for who you are.”
Snow sighed and grinned ruefully. “It can be painful, yes.” Her heart lurched before she confided quietly, “I cannot even trust the instincts of the men who come to pay court to me. I do not want to be caught by a man who does not really know me or see me.”
Tucking in a yellow rose to form a pretty trio in Snow’s hair, Joy said, “You say you cannot trust the instincts of men, but have you considered that perchance you are already smitten by one and so cannot be bothered to accept the advances of anyone else?”
“Who?” Snow asked as she felt her face turning red. Did Joy
This was indeed a magical house. Every time she opened the wardrobe doors, there were more new gowns inside for her to select from. My goodness! It was actually a chore to have to decide which one she would wear, knowing she would never see it again and therefore she must make the right choice.
Snow giggled as she pulled out a frothy yellow summer gown. Its wispy sleeves and skirts did much to make her feel incredibly feminine as she tugged it over her head and tied its wide white sash. Dipping back inside, she fetched matching yellow slippers and placed them upon her feet.
Friday Joy would be in any moment to do her hair and she wanted to be already dressed when she came. Joy was the yellow-haired fairy and Snow hoped she approved of the dress this morning. Sitting down at the pretty white carved vanity, Snow smiled at her reflection in the looking glass. In such a happy home as this, she had to believe that everything would turn right. How could it not when such magic existed?
At the knock on her door, she called out, “Come in!”
“Well, good morning,” Joy chirped as she came into the room, her arms full of roses. “Look what Hope cut for you today. Our garden has been positively brimming with them since you came.”
“Has it?”
Joy set the roses on Snow’s dresser, her yellow eyes twinkling in the mirror as she glanced over at Snow. “Did you not know that enchanted cottages are designed to make you feel especially at home? You will always eat your most favorite foods, and your favorite flowers will bloom spontaneously to your moods and wishes.” She walked over and picked up a brush from the vanity near Snow’s elbow. “And since our garden has been full of sweet roses, Hope decided you must want some with you as well.”
Snow closed her eyes as the fairy began to brush her long hair. It was a mass of curling tangles whenever she attempted the thing, but with Joy’s touch, her hair seemed to flow into sumptuous long ringlets. “Is that why the room décor is done in my favorite colors?”
“Mhmm… And why the wardrobe will provide you with a never-ending supply of your most favorite gowns, even dresses you would not have ever known were your favorite until you tried them on.”
“It does spoil me to have so many choices, especially when they are all equally desirable.”
“Well, you are Snow White, my dear.” Joy grinned as she placed a pretty white rose into her hair, securing it with pins.
Snow shook her head. My goodness, this much attention toward one girl cannot be fine. “I am just a girl. Nothing more, nothing less.”
Joy met her gaze in the mirror. “Does it bother you to be so pampered?”
Snow dropped her gaze a bit. “It has not been an easy life.” Her eyes met the fairy’s again. “I do not mean that I am ungrateful for it. I only want to clarify that sometimes I would like to know how it would feel to be judged upon my own merit, the integrity of my heart. To have someone love me because they know me, not because of a silly enchantment clouding their perception.”
Joy’s hands stilled while placing a pink rose next to the white one. “Oh, I see. I have never thought about it that way before.” She quickly tucked a few pins around the bottom petals of the rose. “It must be vexing, certainly, never to know if you are actually loved for who you are.”
Snow sighed and grinned ruefully. “It can be painful, yes.” Her heart lurched before she confided quietly, “I cannot even trust the instincts of the men who come to pay court to me. I do not want to be caught by a man who does not really know me or see me.”
Tucking in a yellow rose to form a pretty trio in Snow’s hair, Joy said, “You say you cannot trust the instincts of men, but have you considered that perchance you are already smitten by one and so cannot be bothered to accept the advances of anyone else?”
“Who?” Snow asked as she felt her face turning red. Did Joy
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