Prologue
12 years ago
“Every Princess has a story,” Mum tells me. I giggle. Mum always made my day better.
“What about princes! Does every princess have a prince?” I ask Mum. She chuckles.
“Of course,” she tells me. Giving me a kiss on the forehead. Dad walks in and sits next to Mum.
He kisses her on the cheek and she chuckles. I giggle. It always lifted my spirits when Mum and Dad acted lovey-dovey.
It always made me laugh because I was so happy.
“Goodnight, Maya.” My dad kisses me on the forehead before pulling the sheets over my body.
Mum and Dad walked out of the room and I watch. I turn around and take out the notebook that I doodle in at night.
Mum and Dad don’t know about it! Once I get tired of doodling I close my eyes and slowly drift asleep.
I was five in that memory. What Mum said at that time couldn’t be more wrong. I don’t have a prince.
