"To be adored, you don't have to be PERFECT. After all, Nobody is perfect, including the ones who wears Tiaras." As you could see I live in an orphanage. I wasn't in a great condition. Scars here and there. My skin doesn't glow like those movie stars and I don't have curves like a coca cola bottle would have, but that isn't my concern right now. I've heard about this 'Prince' moving into our town and I could care less. What a weird nickname for a guy, to be honest. I didn't believed that there were actually gonna be royals living here but then after two weeks, I believed it. Isn't that really odd? But I stopped complaining and asking. I ended up here, with a Tiara & Sneakers on my hand. [INSPIRED BY: (crossroad) Freesia Lockheart's story Glass Sneakers]