"Are you ever going to tell me the backstory of your life?" Diana asked immediately I stepped out of the bathroom, causing me to sigh so loudly that she chuckled.
"What's your deal, dude? You wouldn't even let me dress up before querying me?" I asked, folding my arms across each other, giving her my best get-out-of-here-look. I needed to get dressed up. But the girl didn't budge. If anything she looked amused.
"Diana, can we talk about my past later? I need to dress up." I finally asked, letting out another sigh, knowing that she wouldn't bugge unless I pleaded. My pity goes out to the guy that would finally sink his clutches into her, or rather the other way around. Thinking of that, had me ruminating on the king' son.
"Do you and the queen's children talk?" I asked tentatively, not sure what I was expecting to hear, especially as Diana looked at me like I was asking the most dumb question in the universe.
