"Come on, Emelie, you can't stay there all night. Please come down?" Nicholas pleaded.

She was sitting on top of his dining room table with her gown pooled around her body. He'd tried simply putting her in a chair, but Emelie had insisted that she was a princess and he was her rescuing prince. And because she was a princess, she needed to sit on a throne. When Nicholas explained to her that he didn't have one, she decided that the dining room table would have to suffice.

With her loose hair and elegant makeup and jewelry, she really did make quite a graceful, regal image. Of course, with the...