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Anne believed in reincarnation, even though her father kept telling her it was nothing but a fairytale. She had tried every kind of prayer that existed in the world, pleading to whoever created the heavens and the earth. If she could be reborn, if miracles were real, she wished to be born, or turned, into a beautiful princess like the ones everyone adored.
Her exotic skin was seen as a disgrace in her own land. From princes to coachmen, no one wanted to marry her. Her skin seemed to be an endless curse. The beauty standards of her country pushed her into the deepest pit of loneliness.
But one day, just like in the fantasies she wrote about, a prince agreed to marry her, a prince even more beautiful than she was. From that day on, Anne lived with a single question haunting her heart: Why would a prince do that?