I don’t think that the princess has a clue what to wear, or who she is, or who she wants to be! Yet I am her brightest dress. I shine even more brightly than her golden dress, or her silver dress. Why does she keep us hidden in a nutshell? Why does she go around wearing a fur coat with soot on her face? Why must she work in the kitchen as the lowliest of all scullery maids?

I know she wants to put me on, I know it. She wants to shine. I know she does. All she needs is the occasion, an invitation. She can’t remain concealed forever. She is too beautiful and too bright!

The Star Dress in Allerleirauh, Grimms. Picture “Evening Star” by Alphonse Mucha.