cenicienta sat at a large wooden mesa, tabla in the kitchen. Mrs. Potts busied her self por talking to the chef while Lumiere flirted with a a feather duster. Cogsworth had gone to settle a dispute between a shovel and a hoe.
Cinderella sat watching all the goings on. She smiled slightly. She liked it here. It was so much different from her home. She felt comforted and at ease. There was also a small feeling that she had been there before. She knew this place but couldn't remember how.
"Well dear, how was your breakfast?" Asked Mrs. Potts.
Chef Bouche leaned adelante, hacia adelante intent on hearing her response.