I opened it, and inside was a picture of a castle, and on top of the castle it said, “Princess dreams really do come true!”
I gasped and turned the page. The page had a picture of a girl with flowing dark hair, like mine, and next to it, it said, “My princess.” A pink balloon floated above her, and inside the balloon was the caption, “I am a princess.” All around her were pink roses, pink hearts, and pink butterflies. I turned the next page, and on one side was the same girl with flowing dark hair, only this time, it was pulled back and she had trousers on and a buttoned shirt. She looked quite ordinary and appeared to be solemn looking. But on the next page was the same girl—her hair flowing, her smile huge, and she had heels on, a pretty flowing dress, and was carrying a pretty purse. The next page saw the solemn girl again, sitting beside a desk, and the opposite page saw the happy girl shopping at a boutique. I kept turning the pages, each page was telling me a story, one page was the solemn girl driving a car that showed a flat tire, but the next page showed her driving an “Escalade.” Another page showed her doing her hair herself, and the next showed her at a salon, getting her nails done. As I kept turning the pages, it seemed my life was on one side and my fantasy life on the other. I was quiet, and I could tell my prince was observing my every reaction.
“What do you think?” he asked
“What can I say? This is unreal,” I said.
“I will make you a princess, minute-by-minute, day-by-day. I want you to be happy just like you make me; you make me feel young again. So it is only right I make you feel what you want to feel like—a princess.”
I kept turning the pages—each page a story. One side, a gloomy day with snow and hail, and the next, a beach with sun and sand. I laughed.
“So you plan to take me on holiday somewhere?”
“Of course. Remember you told me you always wanted to go to Hawaii—we will go there, too.”
Oh my gosh, I did say that, and he remembered—wow, I said that on our second meeting.
I turned the page and there was an estate home, complete with huge gates and fountains, and underneath it read, “My princess’ castle.” And the following page said, “Come embark on this princess path with me. The rest will fall into place…”
I smiled a huge smile. It was as if all I ever wanted was being laid out before me.
My prince turned to me.
“I know it is early days, maybe way too early, but I wanted to show you how I feel, and what I think you are feeling…”
And then he pulled an envelope from his pocket and told me to open it. I was shaking and could not control it—I opened the envelope and inside was a reservation for a day at the spa: “Your princess journey starts as of now.” I put my hands to my face—I had never been to the spa, could not remember when I had my hair done, even. It was always about the kids or my husband, the house, the bills.
“I am going to make sure each moment you spend with me is life-changing and memorable. Every page in that book will come true, and I will make sure it will.”
I knew then and there that this was a life-changing moment, and I could feel it. For once, someone was actually caring about me and my happiness. I was flabbergasted, but happy.
This is what I had dreamed about, and yes, maybe God had answered my prayers. Maybe it was partly my hard work paying off.
Ladies, finding our own happiness can be one of our greatest challenges. By nature, women are nurturers. It’s not hard for some of us to fall into a trap where we do everything for everyone else and nothing for ourselves. But if we spend all our time making everyone else happy, shouldn’t we have someone in our lives to do the same for us? It was hard work to recognize I was worth something more and that I deserved to be happy, but I did it.
And when I figured it out, I didn’t ignore it. I acted on it. I left the door open for someone who wanted to make me as happy as I deserved to be because there’s a big difference between leaving a relationship for another one just like it, and leaving a relationship for another one that’s 1000% better. I wanted one that was 1001% better.
Want to earn the necklace too? First step is just realizing that you deserve it—you deserve to be treated like a princess by a real gentleman. And ladies, there are still men out there that know how to treat us like princesses. Sometimes they just happen to be older, wealthier men.