#107 Lottery of Love

As is tradition, our future king chooses their spouse by way of a lottery on the day he turns 21. I flop in front of the TV with a bag of popcorn to watch the ceremony.

At 22 y/o, I’m well in the range of women who can be chosen, but I'm not worried; we all know it’s rigged anyway. Still, Prince Owen is handsome and a girl can dream about becoming a princess, right?

Owen takes a strip of paper out of a glass bowl and reads the name aloud. “Alexis Olsen!”

I freeze. Shit, that's my name!