What the hell was i doing in this stupid but undeniably gorgeous ball gown? And since when am i royalty? I mean, its nice to have nice things and to be noticed and to get whatever i want, but that doesn't always make me happy.
Actually, I'm not happy at all, Ive been depressed ever since we moved into the Buckingham Palace. Its been a nightmare. Its like I'm trapped in an underwater cage. I cant eat, cant breathe, and cant even live. All of my "friends" don't even talk to me anymore! I have no one to talk to, and there sure as bloody hell isn't a prince on a white horse to save me!
That was until i met him.
