“My stepsisters will help out by marrying upstanding young gentlemen. Or the prince. Every girl dreams of marrying into royalty, I think.” He cringed at the mention of the prince, and she elbowed him. “Rude,” she said, but she was grinning. “You don’t even know them.” “Do you dream of marrying the prince?” he asked, and instantly regretted it. What if she hated him? Worse, what if she didn’t?
