“Every time I made a wish, I wished to be a princess. And I’m talking waking up the next day in a castle with a fine ass prince at my beck and call and tiaras and ball gowns for days.” “A princess? How original.” “Shut up!” I laugh, and my hand shoots out. Before I know it my splayed fingers are colliding with his chest. I snatch it back quickly. “Sorry.” He shrugs, still laughing. “No worries, Your Highness. All of your servants should be so lucky to find themselves swatted by your royal hand.” “Oh my God,” I groan. “You’re going to make me regret telling you that, aren’t you?” “Oh, most
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