I was waiting for my prince, who showed up late in rusty amour. He left me on the side of the road waiting for my carriage. Instead I hailed a cab as he graciously told me it was okay if I was running a little late. Being an understanding princess I stood by his side as he told offensive jokes to the doormen, who then refused to hold the door for us. A little known fact, we were banned from the ball. Finally after, he whistled and made cat calls at my stepsisters.
I ran from the ball utterly humiliated, the last straw being, when he broke my glass slipper while downing a double martini from it. I now work a lot and am not waiting for my prince to come. I can always hail a cab.
