In front of the mirror Maria twirled around in her wedding dress, holding the wide skirt.

"Oh, finally we are getting married."

The door opened and her handsome prince stepped inside. His hair was white like milk and his eyes were the color of the sky but not when it's dark out or stormy but that daylight sky and his nose was not crooked.

"I have to tell you something, Maria," the Prince said as he stepped inside with his marvelous skinny legs clothed in the white fabric of his wedding suit. Around his perfect feet were black, shiny shoes.

"You can tell me anything," Maria said as she fluttered her eyelashes.

The Prince sighed and sat down on the bed. "It's... pretty embarrassing."

Maria sat next to him and laid a hand on his arm as she tried to appear caring and supporting. Deep inside, Maria didn't give a fuck. "I will not judge you, ever." Unless it was something that brought her wedding in jeoperdy.

The Prince looked at her with an uncertain smile. "I... I have..."

"What?" Maria inquired.

The prince looked down with a sad face. "Maybe I should show you." He stood up from the bed and unbuttoned his pants.