#NotAFairytale, #LoveCrisis
Last night I was Cinderella at the ball. I looked at the floor beside the bed for glass slippers. No luck. I looked beside me in the bed and a six foot four Prince Charming lay snoring away. Very lucky. Even his snoring was sexy. Deep, gruff and manly, like a bear warning potential interlopers.
I remembered bits and pieces. I remembered his press conference and the tweet where he had accused the WTA of torturing me for our falling in love. Our f*******: feeds filled in some gaps, showing images of us embracing after his win, the Crown Casino high rollers room and various other dark clubs. I remembered Nikolai introducing me to people as his girlfriend, and I remembered making love. It was as I imagined I would feel if my numbers came up in the lottery. Complet
