I don’t think that the princess has a clue what to wear, or who she is, or who she wants to be! She would shine in me, shine even more brightly than she would in her golden dress, or her silver dress. Yet she keeps me hidden in a nutshell and goes around in a fur coat, hidden under the soot on her face. She works 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.