I sit on the staircases that leads to the entrance of the palace. I don’t hear the clacks of the princes/princesses Egypt shoes make. As I look up, I see them. They look pretty good. What now, idiot? I say annoyed. If you want to know how you look, go look in a mirror. You look like all the other girls at the ball. I say, pointing back to back to the inside of palace, where to ball is happening Shouldn’t you be there?
Comments
1