"What am I training for?" I asked, starting to get excited.
"How to be a lady." My mom answered.
My shoulders slumped. "I should've known we were doing something like that." I sighed. "And how do we train to be a 'lady'?"
"Your friend Marshall will be here to show you how to act properly around Kings and their sons."
That's how it all started. That one conversation, leading to "training" with Marshall, which led to a not-so-fun ride of feelings for him. How can I train to be a princess for someone when I've got my heart set on my best friend?Todos los derechos reservados