Her beautiful blue dress dissolved into shimmering particles, while her delicate appearance gradually disappeared.
By the time the transformation was complete, the elegant gown was gone, replaced by a shabby cloak that hung loosely around her thin frame.
The prince stared at her before snorting coldly.
"Oh my God, I thought the girl I was dancing with was some kind of beauty, but now it seems she was nothing more than a scammer. Just look at her. Who would ever love someone like her?"
The other people in the ballroom immediately burst into laughter.
Anastasia and Cinderella's stepmother stepped forward together, their expressions filled with smug satisfaction.
"So even after being warned, you still came here, Cinderella. You are truly pathetic."
The prince looked down at Cinderella with disdain.
"Since you are so pathetic, I would not even take you as my mistress. Forget about becoming an empress. I have already promised Anastasia that position."
