Princesses are born while assassins are made.
Cattleya Sánchez lay with her eyes sealed closed, her body coiled under the duvet as she lay soundly in bed.
A sexy princess danced in her slumber to the unheard lullaby that was being played by her prince charming.
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My eyes fluttered open and I swiftly glanced around in astonishment, I knew where I had fallen asleep and it wasn't where I had woken up.
I could feel my mind begin to panic in a state of confusion.
I slowly climbed out of the high framed bed, I felt my cold feet greet the floorboards, I casually placed one foot in front of the other and I walked towards the mirror.
My eyes widened in shock, I stared at the woman I had seen standing in the mirror, she wasn't a stripper and neither was she working to own her own empire as a drug queen but rather she was a beautiful queen.
A queen stolen from one of those fairytales where happy ever after existed.
