Cinderella Banquet Hand Spa
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The prince’s palace buzzed with whispers of a lavish ball, and Cinderella’s heart ached to join the shimmering crowds. Desperate, she rushed to her fairy godmother, who waved a wand to conjure a gown that glimmered like starlight and a carriage carved from a pumpkin’s golden flesh. But as Cinderella reached for the door, her hands—calloused and cracked from years of scrubbing floors—betrayed her secret. The godmother sighed; magic couldn’t smooth scars earned by toil. Panic fluttered in Cinderella’s chest—until an idea sparked. She dashed to the garden, plunged her hands into cool soil, and gathered dewdrops from velvet rose petals. Rubbing the nectar into her skin, she watched in awe as blisters faded, replaced by a glow softer than moonlight. Laughter bubbled up—nature’s remedy, not spells, had woven its charm. With newfound grace, she stepped into the carriage, her hands now as radiant as her spirit, ready to dance the night away.
