Diana’s pov
I think the hardest thing to accept as a child is that fairy tales aren’t real.
You learn that no Prince Charming is waiting out there for you.
No magical dress and glass slippers that only fit you and no one else.
But it’s funny, we get older and stop believing in such fantasies.
But then one day, you are old enough to start believing in them again.
However, I don’t think that I am there yet.
Reality tends to slap me in the face faster than anyone else.
So much has to be done in so little time, and I don’t have time to let myself fantasize.
I closed the door of my bedroom and walked downstairs.
Ezra was looking at me, trying to read me.
“You want to stay? I told you that we can stay here for as long as you wish. Even if that is forever,” he said as he walked
