Competition to marry

Competition to marry

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Dit boek heeft een beetje een sprookjesachtige sfeer. Er zitten meerdere verhalen in vermengd, zoals die van Doornroosje en Sissi. Ik schrijf dit verhaal omdat ik net (ja, net!) wakker word van een droom die ik niet meer wil vergeten. Nu volgt de inleiding: Elise doet mee aan een wedstrijd. Het is een soort prinsessenwedstrijd, en de prijs is om met de prins te trouwen. Elise was ingeschreven door haar zusje, Eleanor. Maar hoe hard ze ook haar best doet, een prinses zal ze nooit worden, en al helemaal niet de koningin van het land waar de prins over zal heersen.
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