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
