It's still a little early in the night, but this Cinderella--the real one--is reclining on a couch, already drunk. She's not utterly lost on herself; no, she's still clear enough to remember to say her name is Cynthia and laugh at jokes about her true identity but in costume for. Her glass slippers are long gone and she's hiking the skirt of her dress up far too much, but Cindy just doesn't give a fuck. She's not on a mission and she's grown. She can do what she wants, okay?