I sigh, grabbing my obnoxious curtain of curls and putting them atop my head. I suppose my mother has an understandable reason for being persistent. You see, I’m getting married to Prince Lucas Kensington of Lara. A joy, yes? No, no it is not. My mother is ecstatic; she nearly jumped out of her petticoats when we received the letter. We are traveling a great distance to my cousin Silvia’s, her family and the Kensington’s happen to be very close.