P R O L O G U E
We met at a café. He had sent over a muffin, my favourite one. I don’t know how he knew that that was my favorite but he did. He always looked so handsome, devilishly handsome.
I started loving him way before I realised it. He was always there for me; waiting for me, loving me and caring for me. He was always in the right place and at the right time.
I had finally found my fairy romance with my prince until he became the villain.
And there's no fairy tale with a Villain.