I stepped back to allow Princess Elsie in. Behind her is another girl carrying a tray which she sets on the table, then she courtesies and left, closing the door behind her

　　“Oh dear. Have you been crying?” Princess Elsie asks. I think it’s pretty obvious what I’ve been up to, she didn’t need to ask, so I just looked away and avoided her eyes.

　　Princess Elsie looks magnificent and she’s the typical description of a fairy tale princess that I read in books and watched in cartoons as a kid. She is at least five foot an nine inches tall with long blonde hair that is neatly packed without...