What girl doesn\'t want to wear a tiara? Me.
I\'m trapped in a life fill.
Suddenly, all of my plans for the future are yanked away.
Not exactly your typical Friday night in the Big Apple.
One minute I\'m starting my dream life NYC, and the next, a man too hot for his own good is banging on my door, telling me that I\'m a long lost Princess of a country on the other side of the Atlantic.
The one who lives in yoga pants and knows she\'s not special enough to be a princess.
What girl doesn\'t want to wear a tiara? Me