Whiskers' Witness: The Tale of Cinderella from the Attic

Once upon a time, in a land not too far from here, I, the trusty family mouse, witnessed a tale of transformation and love. My story revolves around a gentle soul named Cinderella. From my vantage point in the attic, I saw her endure hardships with grace and kindness.
Cinderella's stepmother was a cruel woman, always finding ways to make her life miserable. Her stepsisters, equally heartless, treated her like a servant. But amidst the chaos, Cinderella remained resilient. She found solace in her dreams and the company of her animal friends, including yours truly.
One fateful day, a royal proclamation announced a grand ball. The entire household was abuzz with excitement, except for Cinderella, who was forbidden to attend. With a heavy heart, she watched her stepsisters prepare for the event. But little did they know, a fairy godmother was about to change everything.
As the clock struck midnight, Cinderella's tears summoned the magical being. In a blink of an eye, rags turned into a stunning gown, a pumpkin into a carriage, and mice like me into elegant footmen. Cinderella's transformation was nothing short of miraculous.
At the ball, the prince was captivated by the mysterious beauty who arrived in a coach of light. I, the smallest of her attendants, beamed with pride as she danced with the prince. However, the clock's chime signaled the end of our enchanted evening.
In the haste to leave, Cinderella left behind a glass slipper. The prince, determined to find his lost love, scoured the kingdom. When he arrived at our humble abode, I guided him to Cinderella's hiding place. The slipper fit perfectly, and love conquered all.
On that miraculous night, I witnessed love bloom like magic in the quietest of moments. When the glass slipper fit her foot perfectly, I saw the spark in Cinderella's eyes, a blend of boundless hope and unwavering love.