Ever since I was a small child I had always believed my prince charming would come. I read those Disney Princess books everynight, Cinderella being my absoute favorite. Every single night i would read, and fall asleep dreaming of my prince charming. I dremt of a beautiful prince taking me to his castle in a horse drawn carriage and giving me a single kiss that wrapped me under a spell forever.
Those books were more real than i ever thought they would be. When my parents died in a tragic car accident when I was only 8 years old, I stopped reading Cinderella, i stopped believeing in love, i stopped believeing in everything. My new life was with a woman I will forever up until this day despise,
My mothers so called 'Friend' that adopted me, as a slave im assuming. But yet, alittle part of me still believed in true love, happiness, and love... But I never thought my prince charming would come wearing a pair of black All star hightops and baggy blue jeans. Little did i know my prince charming was right in front of my eyes, The whole time.
And That I would fall in love him, sooner than later.