Cruel, Wicked

In fairytales, stepmothers were mean.

They made you do all the household chores, leave you with rags, even starve you with nothing to eat. And they brought along stepsisters.

They were usually old. Very old. Their gray hair would be tied up in a bun, and a pointy nose that can sniff out your secrets a mile away. If they had trouble walking, they'd have a long cane that can shatter the ground beneath you in an instant. You'd be sent to the depths of the underworld, which would be the basement.

She'd plan your life out in stone; setting your course for the future to be a miserable, unhappy one. She only kept you alive, so she'd find the right moment to snatch out and show her true colours. So she could take what was hers…! She was manipulating you from the start!

They were witches, old women…!

Watch out before she gives you a poison apple!

But did a stepmother have the voice of an angel that brought together animals? Did she make dresses out of curtains, and made breakfast in the morning? Who would have thought she'd be so young, youthful and innocent. Every time she smiled, her eyes gleamed in overwhelming joy. They seemed to glitter, even magic could be cast from them! She was soft and gentle… she couldn't even hurt a fly. Literally. She was calm and graceful, inside and out. She was even beautiful.

In fact, Giselle wasn't like any of those stepmothers at all.

For a stepmother, Morgan got the princess.