I snatched the paper away from Dopey. "Hey," he yelled. "I was reading that!" "Let somebody who can pronounce all the big words have a try," I said.
Meg CabotItโs my own fault, really. For believing in fairy tales. Not that I ever mistook them for actual historical fact, or anything. But I did grow up believing that for every girl, thereโs a prince out there somewhere. All she has to do is find him. Then itโs on with the happily ever after. So you can only imagine what happened when I found out. That my prince really IS one. A prince. No, I really mean it. Heโs an actual PRINCE.
Meg CabotDid you see him? I know the photo was grainy, but he looks like one of those death metal goth heads, or whatever theyโre called. All dressed in black with long hair I took umbrage at my mother describing my boyfriend this way. John was the Lord of the Underworld. How else was he supposed to dress?
Meg Cabot