Oh. My. God.
I’m going to kill my Fairy Godfather.
This was supposed to be a vacation.
I’m a single prince, for shit’s sake.
That makes me the hottest commodity in the whole damned kingdom.
All I wanted was a little incognito downtime wth my boys by the freakin’ pond.
“Change us into frogs for a week,” I said.
“Sure,” he said.
I had no idea that he was such an idiot.
How in the hell am I supposed to avoid all the lips with this stupid crown glued to my head?