can't a princess dance?
I am not pretty. I am not beautiful. I am as radiant as the sun.
Hey. I'm Caroline Prince. 19 and a dance instructor at the Storybrooke Dance Studio. I'm perfectly, blissfully, madly in love with my best friend, Peter. I also have eleven younger sisters, who mean the world to me.
What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only he can give me that.
So after, when he asks, "You love me. Real or Not Real?" I tell him, "Real."
Hey. I'm Caroline Prince. 19 and a dance instructor at the Storybrooke Dance Studio. I'm perfectly, blissfully, madly in love with my best friend, Peter. I also have eleven younger sisters, who mean the world to me.
What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only he can give me that.
So after, when he asks, "You love me. Real or Not Real?" I tell him, "Real."
