Rosie
The prince asked the princess to marry him. She rambled.
“DEAN, ARE YOU TRYING to kill me?” I ask as we paint the upstairs bathroom of his grandparents’ farmhouse—the place he’s been slowly turning into his own since last fall.
The prince asked the princess to marry him. She rambled.
“DEAN, ARE YOU TRYING to kill me?” I ask as we paint the upstairs bathroom of his grandparents’ farmhouse—the place he’s been slowly turning into his own since last fall.