He’d invited them for a casual get-together, hoping for good company and conversation, but the princesses turned it into a farce. They arrived late, dressed in the puffiest, frilliest gowns possible, and proceeded to preen and prance and feign shyness, giggling behind their hands while batting their rainbow colored eyelids.
None of them had an original thought to add to the afternoon’s discourse and he found their small talk tiresome. They were pretty enough, he acknowledged, but likened them to fluffy clouds, insubstantial.
When one of them started bragging about the carat weight of her tiara,
he cringed and snuck out the back door to his quiet place.
“I’ll find her someday,” he thought, “and together we’ll be spectacularly ordinary and genuine and content, warts and all.”
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