Rosie slowly opened her eyes. She saw Matt, of all people, bending over her. He was looking at her expectantly.
"Yes?" Rosie asked him.
"Huh?" he muttered, surprised.
"What do you want?" she asked.
"Ummmm..." Matt trailed off.
"What happened?" Rosie persisted. "Why are you leaning over me? Why are you even here? What happened with the curse? And the wedding? What is going on?!"
"What is the last thing you remember?" Matt replied.
"Oh my goshness!" Rosie exclaimed. "Do you know how annoying it is when people answer a question with another question?"
"Is it annoying?" Matt asked, grinning evilly.
"I hate you," Rosie said as she scowled at him.
"No you don't," Matt replied, beaming. "But that's beside the point right now. Seriously, though, answer me. What is the last thing you remember?"
"Um," Rosie thought back. "I remember following this green orb. The mirror wall swung out, and there was a secret passage behind it. I had an overwhelming desire to follow the green orb, so I did. It went down the hall, and into a stone chamber. In the center of the room there was a spinning wheel. I had to touch the needle! I couldn't help it. Then, I think... I fainted or something."
Matt looked at her for a moment, like she was missing something completely obvious. Rosie felt completely oblivious.
"What am I missing? You're looking at me like I'm an idiot!" Rosie complained. "What happened with... Oh, wait. That was the curse, wasn't it? And you... You woke me up!"
"Yep," Matt said cheerfully. "I did!"
"But," Rosie started doubtfully. "I'm engaged. To the prince."
"Yeah, you are," Matt said, nodding.
"But you just proved that you're my true love!" Rosie replied, upset.
"I know!" Matt said happily. "Doesn't it just work out perfectly?"
"But I need to marry the prince," Rosie said.
"Yep!" Matt replied.
"And I want to marry you," Rosie said quietly, embarrassed.
"Perfect!" Matt said, grinning broadly.
"How?" Rosie asked, completely lost.
"Oh, that's right!" Matt said, smacking his palm on his forehead. "You don't know!"
"Know what?!" Rosie demanded.
"I'm the prince!" Matt cried dramatically. "Your betrothed, your saviour, your true love! It all worked out nicely, didn't it?"
"Y-you?" Rosie said. "You're the prince? The one I'm marrying?"
"That's right, doll," he answered annoyingly.
"Don't call me that," Rosie automatically said.
"Honey bun?"
"No."
"Sugar?"
"No."
"Mine?"
"Hmmm... Fine. I'm yours."
"That sounds very possessive of me."
"It does."
"How about my wife instead?"
