She walked to the mirror and wiped away a stray tear. The reflection wasn't a damsel in distress waiting for a rescue. It was a woman who had finally woken up from a long, sugary sleep.
She wasn't waiting for a "The End" anymore. She was finally ready to start. Mi Error Fue Creer En Cuentos De Hadas Moruena ...
The princess rescued herself, and it was the most beautiful story she had ever read. She walked to the mirror and wiped away a stray tear
But as she looked around her quiet apartment, the silence wasn’t magical; it was heavy. the silence wasn’t magical