“Consider it my driving tax. Oh, Darc, can we go to the Bibbidi Bobbidi Boutique after this?” “Why?” I asked through a mouthful of mystery meat and batter. “I want a princess makeover. I didn’t get to have one when we were kids.” “I’m pretty sure there’s an age cutoff. You’re about a decade too late.” Her face darkened. “This is such bullshit.”
I love Ainsley so much so much
