“Will you marry me,” asks a friend.
“No”, Hana replies.
“Why not,” he asks?
“Because I am not a princess.”
She is into princesses, and castles.
“Remember when we saw the two princesses,” she reminds me.
“No, when?”
“We saw them in front of the church, they were getting married.”
Every girl in a fancy dress, whether it is a bride or a brides maid, is a princess in the eyes of Hana.
“No”, Hana replies.
“Why not,” he asks?
“Because I am not a princess.”
She is into princesses, and castles.“Remember when we saw the two princesses,” she reminds me.
“No, when?”
“We saw them in front of the church, they were getting married.”
Every girl in a fancy dress, whether it is a bride or a brides maid, is a princess in the eyes of Hana.
