Side Story Verenias Diary
Dear Diary,
I'm stuck in sparkly hell and no one else is sane here.
Today, a prince told me we had a tragic past.
We do not.
He then tried to win me back with a personalized fireworks show that spelled
"FORGIVE ME, MY DARK ROSE."
...while he's riding a swan.
YOU CANNOT RIDE A REAL SWAN LIKE YOU CAN RIDE A HORSE!!!
He then crashed into a punch bowl.
I have no regrets about laughing.
Also, I discovered a guy in the library who might be the only person here with functioning brain cells.
He's named himself Bug, which should concern me more than it does.
But honestly? He's the first person who's talked to me like I'm not just a romance speedbump.
He's weird but in a "doesn't try to propose to me after five minutes" kind of way.
Which is rare in this kind of world.
I think he might be a glitch, which is terrifying and kind of cool?
Anyway, the world keeps trying to make me cry on balconies.
I've been replacing those moments with binge eating my snacks.
Screw this world.
Love but not the weird sparkly kind,
—Verenia
P.S.
I swear the tea cups are watching me while writing this.