Blurb

There was no ball. No fairy godmother. No midnight magic. Raised between divorcing parents and then forced under the cruel reign of a stepmother and her family, one girl became invisible - her laughter muted, her voice forbidden. Food became control, blades became release, and perfection became a mask she was forced to wear. The broken slipper is all that remains - its shards sharp but still reflecting the light of a spirit that faded yet refused to die. (Note: Based on actual life events)