Alex turns and looks at me. His hand finds one of my fists, and he forces it to uncurl as he links our fingers back together. I sigh and let the hurt go. His smile turns him from merely pretty to absolute perfection. He looks like a prince from a storybook with his dark hair and gray eyes and that one little curl that hangs over his forehead. Daddy always calls me his princess … I wonder … if I kiss Alex, will he become a prince? If I marry him, will I be able to save him from his dad?
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