“Your Prince Charming is out there,” she said. “He’s longing to find his true love—he just doesn’t know who you are. But very soon, he’ll find out you’re the one he’s been waiting for, and then—” “He’ll run away screaming.” “No, he’ll take you into his arms, masterfully, and gaze into your lustrous orbs—” “My what?” “—and press his burning lips to yours with passionate ardor—” “You’ve read too many novels,” Lillian said.
