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Anne, my PR assistant, and I stood in front of the full-length mirror, gazing at our reflections. “I’m telling you this won’t work,” she said. “No one is going to believe that I’m Her Royal Highness, Princess Ilaria of Monterra.” She was right. If anyone looked at us too closely, they would be able to immediately tell. But people tended to see what they expected to see. “It will,” I tried to reassure her. Our physical similarities—the same dark hair, same height—were part of the reason why she’d been hired. We
He made me feel like I had been a sleeping princess under a spell, and his kiss was waking me up.
elbow. “The universe is entirely unfair. How can you be this beautiful, this smart, this cultured, and this kind?”
“I meant beyond today. I thought I wanted a typical life. But I realized that what I want is a life filled with beauty and music and love. I dinnae ken what my future holds, but I do ken that I would like to have you by my side while I figure it out. If you can forgive me, that is. And if you’re interested.”
“I’ve been waiting a long time to meet someone like you. I don’t want to wait any longer for the rest of my life to begin,”
“I’ll always come for you. You’re my princess. It’s my duty to wake you with a kiss every morning. It’s required that I make certain you have your fairy-tale ending.” This was what I’d been waiting for. A man willing to fight for me, to stand by my side, to accept all of me. “Promise?” I asked, again fighting off tears. “I promise. You have my royal, solemn vow,”
