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Chapter 1

Cara

When I was a little girl, I wanted to be a princess I wanted the sparkly crown and the pretty shoes I wanted the doting parents and forand vow to protect me He would hold my hand and look at me with love in his eyes

My prince would slay dragons

At eight years old, when my absentee father walked out for the last time, I realized I needed to amend my dreams

At fifteen, when ious sect, I was told I shouldn’t have dreams at all Mind you, I had never set foot in a church before this point

At sixteen, I was informed that my life was already planned for ht Salvation This union, I was told, was the only way to get into heaven, to find real redemption for the sins everyone is inherently born with

Charles was not elist wasn’t married toon the back of a gorgeous white horse, clad in arht to the death in my honor, he couldn’t be my prince

Nobleto vote They don’thidom of heaven

My only saving grace is that even though Charles McKnight is a pervert, his rules about ations didn’t happen until his future bride was eighteen After overhearing a conversation on the phone, I learned quickly that hadarrested for sexual assault of a awked at us The man was a creep

So, at seventeen, I left the cousting man as so far frousted looking at him

I quickly realized princes don’t exist Men with fluffy blond hair and white suise Their croere as crooked as their souls, and their only intent was to use, abuse, and throay

By twenty, I had to come to terms with the fact that if I wanted to be rescued; I had to do it myself

Now, at twenty-four, I know I’er wear rose-colored glasses or let the fantasy of being the only woman a man sees take up real estate in my head