you know as kid you get an image of what a princess should look like? and act like? not the snobby, stuffy kind. but the fairytale one whom as a young girl you dream of being and growing into? a lass so beautiful you can’t stop staring, and then once she sinks...
everywhere i look, emerald seduction. yards of drapey, flouncy, twirly skirt; flashing me in my most adored color. katie-land {a more fetching word than brain doncha think?} is already fancying up story-lines where i strut this splendid swaddle. scene 1 my meeting...