As we head out the door of the hotel towards the limo, people on the street take notice of us. They point, whisper, some even take photos. I hear a teenage girl by the door ask her friend, "Who are they? Are they royalty?" I cant help but blush and feel like an imposter in this crown and outfit. It is very much not me, nor is it what I was born into... I feel like a pauper playing pretend as a princess. We climb into the limo, me first with Vik behind me. As he closes the door, the limo takes off down the road. We travel for awhile in silence, then Vik notices my face. "Hey... what is wrong?" I shrug, knowing that is not enough of an answer for him. He lifts his eyebrow and I know he is going to press me for more of an answer, so before he does, I speak. "I feel like an imposter. That girl
