Last weekend I got to head up to NYC for photo shoots in Central Park. There, near the Bethesda Terrace Fountain, I met a real princess.
By real princess, I mean not just someone with a tiara, heels and a pretty dress. That sort of princess is far too common. You can find her in any tabloid or Disney movie knock off. Nope, I met a real princess.
She wears her tiara with style.
She dances to beautiful music.
She skins her knees running down stairs.
I mean, who ever said she had to be running away from the ball? Maybe she was just having a good time?
But what makes a princess a real princess, is the family that loves her so much.
Cinderella, eat your heart out. Avery's in town.
