C16 Tarryn

The press often described Princess Izzie as “dazzling”—and they were right. I stared as she chattered away at me, talking about the dresses for the flower girls and what type of appetizers they’d be serving at the reception. But all I could focus on were her corkscrew curls, sparkling eyes, and charming smile.

“…What do you think of that?” Her bright eyes searched my face.

“Um.” I bit my lip