If the glass slipper fits…
It’s hard to remember that love is a fairy tale when he comes to my bar.
He’s a complete stranger, an escort, an actor.
Now I’m playing his princess.
I don’t love the pretense, but the glimpses of the real man, those I crave.
Until the clock strikes midnight and this Cinderella finds out what the real stakes are.
An escort? That might be who I pretend to be. In reality? A crown prince.
I’ve been running from who I am for so long that I ran into a problem.
A pretty, dark haired, hazel-eyed, problem.
A girl who is all wrong for the life I’m supposed to lead.
The bigger problem? I like who I am when I’m with her.
Not the escort.
Not the prince.
The real me.
But it can’t last, not when my real life is catching up with me.