There are millions of mirror men out there, believe it or not. And they'd all be willing to share a mirror with me. In human terms, that's marriage. I've never had time for boys, excluding my schoolgirl crush, Triple P and Grayson. But Oliver was something else.

He was goofy and funny, but kind at the same time. He respected me, and nobody had ever done that. I was just an object to everyone, but Oliver thought of me as an equal. He was the first human prince I'd actually enjoyed meeting. He's seen me for me. He had not asked me one question. I guess that's why I fell for him.

I know it's dumb because he will be ridiculed for marrying me. Whoa, Sage, back up. You're turning into Maggie. And he probably doesn't like you back. Stop overthinking this. He's coming.

"Hey, beautiful."

"Stop that!", I yelled, trying to be angry though I was blushing very hard and tried not to giggle shyly like a dork. It burst out. I snorted mid-laugh, then covered my mouth in shame.

"No! No, there's no need to be embarrassed! I like a girl who can snort."

I couldn't take much more before I exploded into giggles. I waved my hand across the screen, hiding from him. I turned around and fell to my knees, giggling and thinking about Oliver. I put my face in my hands, and it was burning up. I thought I'd caught something until I realized. I'm blushing. Something I hadn't done since... Peter Piper.