Beautiful or rough, short or tall, they all, at least once wished for someone to spend their lives with.
A PRINCE. A FROG?
And so she started to prepare. Her hair not participating one bit - looking more like a troll awaking from a hundred years of sleep, then the princess she wished to resemble.
She fought her body and her thought. THE DRESS. Long or short? What would others think? She never again wanted to be tempted to do as other peoples minds though right. She preferred to forever be haunted by their whispers and howling looks.
That is the day she decided:
I will never get married in white.
... and we all know: that when a dream is born, it never dies.