I’m 17- 4 months away from the day when I’ll need to choose a “suitable job”.

My childhood dream was to be a princess, looking back, I wish I would have chosen something else. Being a princess isn’t exactly realistic, I’ve been trying to fulfill this fantasy since I was thirteen.

I have four months to do it. Four months.

Everyone in this town completed theirs. I don’t want to be a failure.

We moved to London so I would have a shot at it. I’ve had as much luck as I did in America.

Dating guys here and there asking, “are you by chance royalty?” On the first date, probably sounding like a total creeper.

Mom says I should be patient, but that method is yet to work, and I don’t have a lot of time left.

I met a few guys who lied to me, “uh yeah totally I’m royal”

I pace the halls, thinking, I need a strategy.

“Alanaaa!!”

My mom’s voice echoes through the house

“Yeaaa?!”

“ come here!!”

I groan and then make my way to the living room.

“What?”

Mom’s smile is contagious.

“I found a guy-“

“Mommm!”

“No listen, I think he may be worth trying out!”

“Whatever”

“He’ll met you tommorow for lunch!!”

I practically stomp away. It’s bad enough I can’t find Prince Charming but now mom’s playing match maker? Things could NOT get worse.

I’m in my room choosing the prettiest dress to wear for lunch, it shouldn’t be too dressy, but still look nice. Suddenly, there’s a knock at the door. My heart runs back and forth, and butterflies flutter in my stomach.

He’s early!

I rush to fix my hair and then tumble down the stairs.

He isn’t bad looking, plus one point for mom. “Good afternoon” his voice is warm and it matches his appearance perfectly. He’s tall with messy, brown hair slicked back. His suit is much dressier than my dress.

“Shall we go?”

“Yes”

He smiles at my mom and we head out.

“He had a car!”

I’m on the phone with Lilly, my best friend. It’s been four months since our first date, we’ve been on two more since. “Yeah, but you only have a day until your birthday!”

I hate hearing that phrase.

“I know I know” I roll my eyes.

“ but I know I’ll-“ all of the sudden, as if he was listening, his phone buzzed across my phone.

“Bye Lilly”

“Wait-!”

“Hello?” He says, with his deep voice.

“Hi.”

“Meet me at the park in 20 minutes”

“Wh-“

He hangs up.”

I race downstairs to tell mom.

When I was three, I loved princesses, and when I was four, I chose to be a princess. Like I said before, I really wish i hadn’t.

I eventually get to the park. I decided to walk, sience for the first time in forever, London is sunny and beautiful.

Henry is sitting on a bench, I trot over and sit beside him.

“Hey!” I smile at him, and he smiles back.

“So what did you need me for?”

He looks as though he’s thinking.

“What was your childhood dream?”

I awkwardly laugh before responding, “I wanted to be a princess”

He laughs then looks at me more seriously.

“I wanted to be a prince”

“Really? That’s funny!”

He looks at me seriously I feel my face grow red.

“I think I love you.”

“Henry-“

“Yes or no?”

“Henry, I love you too.” He smiles warmly.

“Good, now one more question”

“Okay…?”

“Would you be my princess?”

“Henry! I mean I-“

Suddenly he inturrupts me and pulls our lips together and for a minute everything just disappears, all my worries gone.

We pull away and look at each other, then we start laughing like old friends.