" Happy birthday, Princess." Damien said, kissing his daughter on the cheek. Mirabel beamed in response, a shiny tiara sitting askew atop her mane of hair. She had insisted on wearing one of the frivolous princess dresses her grandma bought her days ago. The dress was royal blue and her favorite out of the haul. She looked more like a child model than a little girl playing dress up.
She was more than pleased with the way she looked and she gladly soaked up the compliments from the cabin crew as they boarded her father's plane. She had always wanted to meet a princess, the ones that wore flowy dresses and ran barefoot through flower meadows.
