Princess Donnie watches in awe as the Princess seems to glide across the floor. She stands in the wings and watches prince after prince approach the princess for a dance. She knows that she will not be allowed to go ask the princess for a dance. Not only is it not allowed, but it’s not proper for her to do so. She envies those men because they can dance with her. Donnie doesn’t know why, but she feels like she must know the Princess. She imagines herself walking up to her and bowing, taking her hand, pulling her close and dancing the night away, but she knows she cannot.
In a land far away live two princesses : Chanel, Princess of Devonshire, and Donielle, the Princess of Zamora, both looking for love but unable to find it. At least that's what both of their parents believe. They both say they are open to finding a suitable partner, but they each think they would never have a love they want. Both princesses have been feeling the constant pressure from their parents to choose someone suitable to run a kingdom with.
“Mickey, I need to see you in my office this afternoon,” Ms. Chapman says, jarring me out of my daydream of me and her in some very compromising positions. All I could think about was what I had done that she would need to see me? My friends and I leave her class to have our ritual last class of the day blunt until time for my meeting with Ms. Chapman.