Princess Private School

Princess Private School

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Oliver Sparks is the headmaster and owner of the newly established private school that quickly became infamous throughout the world. Its name: "Princess Private School", where he and his six loyal friends turn the snobby, clumsy and stubborn princesses into qualified young ladies, but little do they know that the ultimate terrifying princess will soon arrive on their school doorstep and will cause their whole world to turn around... Will they be able to turn this princess of the dead into a princess of grace and become the most popular private school or give up halfway through and fade away into the shadows of failure?
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