Sophia’s necklace represents her connection to women of previous generations whose courage and resistance against the king paves the way for Sophia to defeat him. The necklace formerly belonged to Sophia’s grandmother, who was executed for speaking out against oppression in Lille. Sophia’s father Morgan then gives Sophia the necklace, and Sophia wears the necklace to the ball, which is when she finally decides to rebel against King Manford. Later, after Sophia learns the true story of Cinderella, she leaves the necklace on the grave of Cinderella’s mother, who was also put to death for defying Manford. She uses the necklace to honor the memory of a woman Manford wants the world to forget, and leaving the necklace on the grave links Sophia to the family of rebels that began with Cinderella’s parents, extended through Cinderella and her stepfamily, and continues to Constance, Sophia’s love interest and ally. It speaks to the power of solidarity to resistance efforts by showing how it motivates Sophia to resist and connect with other like-minded revolutionaries, past and present, along the way.
Sophia’s Necklace Quotes in Cinderella is Dead
Chapter 15 Quotes
“I wish I knew more about her,” says Constance, placing down the bouquet.
“Why do you think she was left out of the story?” I ask.
“Because she was determined? Smart? Willing to die for her family? Take your pick. Any of those reasons are good enough to warrant suppression.”
[…]
A strong gust makes me pull my coat in around my neck. My fingers brush against the necklace my father had given me […]. I take it off and place it on the headstone. If remembering Cinderella’s mother is considered an act of defiance, I’m happy to do it.
Chapter 31 Quotes
“I’ve accepted my fate. Something you could never do because you’re too busy daydreaming. […]”
“It doesn’t have to be like this,” I say after a moment. I’m desperate to give her an out. “I’ve found another way.”
“I won’t risk being disowned by my parents all because you have some new plan that will get you executed like that poor woman in the marketplace, like your own grandmother.”
My stomach turns over. “I don’t care.”
“Of course you don’t,” she snaps. “Your parents have already disowned you. And you have no husband, nothing to lose. […] Not even you, with all your wishful thinking, can change things. You’re not special, Sophia. You’re just a silly girl like the rest of us.”



