Someone once told me life was about the journey, and not what you conquer at the end; that when it’s over, in your very last moments, all you’ll remember is the good people you met, the good things you did, and the happy moments you lived. Right there, feeling the wind against my face, looking at all of them laughing, laughing with them, I could feel it, I could make a meaning out of those words and be happy about it. I had something worth dying for, I had a reason to live. They were the reason, and I would never give up on them. Ever. Life was not perfect, but its imperfection made it perfect. And like I once read: “In that moment, I swear, we were infinite”. And we definitely were.

Yes, I lost my father and he was the best man in the whole world. Yes, I have a stepmother who is a witch and whom I hate most passionately. Yes, I have two stepsisters that are a pain in my arse and who lost their brains when they were little. Yes, my life is like a cliché from a bloody fairy tale, but you know what is missing? The fucking Prince Charming! And where is he? Nowhere to be found! Probably he's dancing in his palace with a stupid and empty-headed Barbie. Arsehole. Who needs him, anyways? Certainly, not me. I'm almost Cinderella, but you can call me Ella. BOOK #1 in the Aware Princess Series flower: Gladiolus, t symbolises "Strength of character, honour, conviction."

She doesn't remember anything. Their first date, their first kiss, the first time he bought her flowers, their first fight. She doesn't even know who he is. She's forgotten something horrible, something no one wants to remind her of. So what exactly happens when everything disappears?