When Fred pulled the car up to the entrance of Flávia’s house, I looked at him, unsure how to say goodbye. After all, it had been just one night. We weren’t in a relationship. At least… I was going to try—desperately—to keep it that way.

I didn’t want to get hurt again, even though deep down I already knew I was too involved to escape the pain that might come next.

In my story, there had never been a prince. Or rather, there had been one. But he hadn’t come after me once I left ...