“Wouldn’t you like to know, Zachariah. Can I ask if there’s any particular reason why you’re walking around in a princess’s tiara?” He adjusts the plastic tiara buried in his caramel hair. “What? I’m embracing the theme. It was this or a zebra mask.” “It’s quite the look.” “I figured I’d make a sexier princess,” he replies smugly. “Willow?” “You’d make a beautiful little princess.” “Little?” Zach frowns.
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