Tailor Made

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.”


“I also snuck into the ball. I’m the prince’s tailor!”

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