Emily was whipping up some eggs for herself and her feline friend, Puff Puff when a pounding knock made her jump out of her skin. She wiped her flour-dusted hands on her apron and answered the door, only to find Rachel frantically pacing back and forth.
"What's the matter, Rach?" She asked, concerned.
Rachel looked like she had just swallowed a lemon. "The hot prince I met wants to whisk me away to his kingdom in Europe."
Emily raised an eyebrow. "And that's a bad thing?"
"But I don't want to go!" Rachel cried, wringing her hands. "I have a life here, a job, friends. I can't just leave everything behind for some fairytale romance."
Emily nodded in sympathy. "I hear you. But at least you have a hot prince vying for your hand. That's every girl's dream, right?"
Rachel let out a scoff.
