Her dress was gorgeous, and he seemed a prince of wealth and charm as they danced the night away.
“I must confess, I’m not a princess,” she said. “I’m a seamstress and party crasher.”
“That’s great.”
“Why?”
“I also snuck into the ball. I’m the prince’s tailor!”
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