There is a famous fairytale. A kindhearted girl whose father and stepmother got married and became a family of five with her two stepsisters. The poor girl who was condemned by her stepmother and stepsisters when her father died. The very fairytale, Cinderella. But I am not Cinderella, I am the stepmother. At the age of thirty-seven, already married twice, been widowed twice and raising three daughters! Daniel Walford, a man who keeps approaching me while I’m busy trying to raise my three daughters. “Can I kiss you?” As a son-in law, I think he’s a little bit older but why does he keep approaching?… Oh, I don’t know. Once I let Cinderella marry the prince, I can live quietly. But is this fairytale really ‘Cinderella’?