Once Upon a Time Three Little Girls Thought They Could Trip Prince Charming

Here's your chance to get an inside look at the lives of the characters. Acts and Scenes to wake your appetite.

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Small vignettes (pictures) are used to denote the main character of each scene to help you follow along.
  Pop Gardiner (a fixture throughout the story)
Interlude: STAY -Scenes of a Breakup

Act 1-Love Me, Love Me Not
Scene 1--  Ivy Gardiner-Thorn in My Pocket
Scene 2  Carmella Candy- The Cooking Class
Scene 3-  Lillie-Rose McIntyre-In All the Right Places
Act 2: If Only In My Dreams
Act 3: Matchmaker, Matchmaker
Act 4: Tripping the Prince
Act 5: Love is in the Air
Act 6: Dragons, Trolls and all Those Distractions
Scene 1: Lillie-Rose
Scene 2: Ivy
Scene 3:Carmella
Scene 4:The Pea
Scene 5: Road Trip
Scene 6: Plans and More Plans Act 7: On Ruby Mountain
Act 8: Dancing in Glass Slippers
Act 9: Ever After

MUSICAL SELECTION

INTERLUDE--Stay by Rihanna

IVY GARDINER & BERNARD WILSON

I Won't Give Up  by Jason Mraz  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TdN5GyTl8K0
 

 

CARMELLA CANDI & FRANKLIN HENDERSON

I Love You by 2NE1  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LUrUPzLm5SI     http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Kp1LZCeeV8  (English translation)
Locked Out of Heaven Bruno Mars  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e-fA-gBCkj0  ~
 

 

  

 LILLIE-ROSE McINTYRE & NATHANIEL HENRY

Rhianna: Like a Diamond https://youtu.be/lWA2pjMjpBs?si=WSX9mAnxv1coOhYL  

 Justin Bieber: As Long as You Love Me  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R4em3LKQCAQ

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Tripping Prince Charming is no ordinary tale. Formatted in acts and scenes, each scene is written with a particular girl in mind and they may cross over and join one another to tell their stories. The main characters have their special avatars and each couple has a theme/favorite song. Watch for the signs and the road will be easy to travel. I hope you enjoy it.

"Tripping Prince Charming- A Romance of S{h}orts" by Ey Wade on Ganxy

Act 5: 

Love is in the Air 

"Can I Just Stay Here? Spend the Rest of My Days Here?"

Scene 2

Breaking Spells

      "Franklin," she slid her fingers through the loops of his jeans and pulled him as close as she could with the presence of the pillow bunched between them, "Don't worry about that."

　　　　"Don't worry?" He rubbed his hands down her back and around the curves of her buttocks, sucking in his breath at their simultaneous thrusting movements. "Are you saying you're on the pill?"

　　　　"No, I'm just saying not to worry about it. One time won't hurt anything. It'll be okay."

　 　　　Franklin laughed and slowly pushed himself off the bed. "Honey, a lot of people have said the exact same thing and have ended up in some pretty dire situations." 　　　　
She sat up, pulling the pillow up and in front of her.

"How dire could a situation get between the two of us, Franklin?" 　　　　
Looking into her eyes, he had to smile at the pout on her lips and the exaggerated flutter of her lashes. 　　　
　"Me, I would go to Hell and kiss Satan's butt if it means I could spend eternity with you." 　　　
"And I you, so what's the problem?" 　　　
　"What if you became pregnant, and then decided you didn't want me anymore? I wouldn't be able to live. No you and my child gone… I would just die." 　　　　
"Are you saying you wouldn't marry me? You would let me just have a kid on my own? Yeah, I would probably have to leave you then." 　　　
　"See, so that we don't even have to face that kind of situation, I'm just going to leave now." 　　　　"Geez, Franklin I'm only kidding." Carmella grabbed her robe from the edge of the bed and followed him out of the room. "I would never leave you." 　
　"Girl, I am well aware of that. The next time we meet and every time after that, I'm going to be prepared." 　　　　
"God, you're driving me crazy, Franklin." 　　　　
"Maybe the next time you invite me over, you will plan things better. It can't always be on the man to protect the woman." He leaned over, gave her lips a quick kiss and walked out of the door. 　　　
"Well, I can honestly tell you this much, Cupcake." She returned to the present and dished the prepared foods into decorative bowls. "He won't be walking out of here tonight." 　　　

　Pulling a bag of various colored condoms from a drawer in the island she poured them into a glass container and pushed on the lid. She had a special place for this. Carrying the jar towards the hallway, she stopped behind the couch in the living room and turned up the volume on the TV. Holding the jar tightly, she danced in rhythm to the tones of her favorite video. Since meeting Franklin, all other songs had become obsolete;  2NE1's I Love You was now her motto.

English Version of Carmella's song

　Carmella, taking slow bites on a grape, sat mesmerized by the sight of Franklin, dressed in nothing but pajama bottoms, moving around in her kitchen preparing breakfast, He sang the chorus to Bruno Mars' Locked Out of Heaven loudly and in good voice. The grape slipped from her fingers, hit the counter top and fell to its squishing end, when Franklin bent at the waist to retrieve a dish towel from the floor and wiggled his butt in her direction. Coughing slightly, she cleared her throat and picked up another grape. 

"So, is that little action a necessary move for picking up dropped items?" She ate a bit of the fruit, chewed and swallowed. "I may have to start doing that. Looks very enticing" 　　　

　"Please don't do it while I'm around. I'll have to take it as an invitation." 　　　　

"I should hope so. If I have learned anything from the last month, you are the best," She left her place at the counter. "It's the fact you are the best and most thoroughly entertaining guest." Coming up behind him, she slipped her hands around his waist and into the pockets of his pajamas. "That's why I give you an open invitation. Sing that song again. I have really started to love it." She kissed the lobe of his ear. 　　　　

"If you don't move your hands, you'll find out exactly why I needed your cooking class. My secret of being the world's worst cook will be exposed. Along with the equipment I use for entertaining. I'd love to spend another day cuddling in bed with you, but I have to get to the airport." 　　　　

"Yeah, I know." Resting her head on his back, she reluctantly removed her hands and pretended she would return to her seat. “Me, too. But first I have to meet the girls." 　　　

　“So, what do your girls think about this?" 　　　　

"Think about what? Me, having breakfast in the kitchen?" 　　　

"No, the fact you are being practically eaten for breakfast on the kitchen island." He turned until he was facing her and pulled her close into his arms. The quick movements of his hands releasing the knot of her short lacy robe exposed her matching panties and bare breast. An action that started off as a hungry quick kiss, turned into a desperate need for immediate fulfillment. Pushing her to the small space of wall between the pantry door and the refrigerator, Franklin caressed her body, hands gliding down until they reached the top of her panties, before stopping. "Do we have time for this?"

 　　　　

Carmella chuckled softly. "We don't have the time not to do this. I would die right here if we didn't and you left me hanging." 　　　　

"And I refuse to let you die when I can be your savior." 

 

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 D.N.A.-NOTHING WOULD EVER BE THE SAME

Debney's world falls apart on her 18th birthday when she discovers everything she thought she knew about herself is a lie. Now it's a race to find out what happens first - graduation or motherhood. She's not interested in romance, she has a family mystery to unravel, but someone is waiting to step into some pretty big shoes and turn her life upside down one more time. Visit Debney's journal for excerpts.  http://bit.ly/Debjrnl

 "Are you okay?" Lifting her head and lowering it just as quickly when her gaze smacked straight into the concerned eyes of Giante’ De Vicari, Debney sighed and cursed under her breath irritably. Not bothering to answer she continued on her measured course down, the action successfully causing him to move with her.

Gianté walked down the stairs backward and directly in front of her, his left hand sliding unhurriedly down the rail with his the arm held stiffly, successfully giving the impression he would protect her from falling. His hands were huge, smooth and long-fingered. And from what she tried hard not to remember, extremely gentle. She felt the heat rise in her face as quickly as the shame entered her thoughts. Above all the others, she remembered him. Every thought she ever had of him caused her to
ridicule herself.

If the imminent danger of falling wasn’t weighing heavily on her mind, she would have closed her eyes to avoid the compassion in his. "You know, it wouldn’t hurt you to pretend you know me, Debney. Hell, we’ve spent every summer together for as long as I can remember. I’m just worried about you, Deb." His voice softened as he whispered the last part.

"I’m fine." Her voice came out in little more than a whisper. It had been days since anyone had spoken to her. Weeks, if you subtracted the cruel, sarcastic tones of voices. She quickened her steps, trying to brush past him as soon as her feet hit solid ground, but he, as usual, blocked her path.

"I haven’t seen you in a while. What with football practice and Spring Break, I haven’t had time to roam the halls, but I’ve missed you."

He bent down a little to try and see her face through the curtain of her thick, dark hair. His smile was encouraging, and the only thing she could see of his face without boldly throwing her head back. No way would she be doing that, she just didn’t feel brave enough to follow through.

The last time she let her emotions rule her actions all hell had fallen into her life. She kept her head down and watched her hands gently rubbing her stomach as she encouraged herself to respond. "That’s fine Gianté, it didn't matter. Everything has been the same." She sucked in a deep breath and tried to go around him, but was forestalled by his evasive movements. "Can you get out of the way? I have things I need to do before the bell rings."

"Why do you always run from me, Debney?"

Closing her eyes briefly, Debney sighed deeply. She just didn’t have time for an interrogation. She knew anything she did out of her ordinary habit of scurrying through the crowd would draw unwanted attention in her direction. Standing still in the middle of the hallway was something she avoided as much as possible. When it came to finding a victim for harassment, she was the biggest target and she preferred to be a moving one.
 Peering around his shoulder at the students in the hallway, she took a steadying breath. Maybe if she let him have a few moments of conversation he would hurry and move and she would be free to go on her way. Pressured beyond belief, knowing she had a short space of time to get through the hallway to the restroom and yet not willing to give him access to such information, she feigned irritation, executed her best wiggling neck in the current, attitudinal, broken-hinged fashion and answered louder than necessary.

 "Why do you always stand in my way, Giant?" her irritation at being confronted plainly showing.
 "You know I don't like you calling me that, Deb."
Of course she knew. He had been teased with the
nickname from the third grade onward. Ever since kindergarten, he’d been shoulders and head taller than the other boys his age, and after the summer of their fifth grade year, he’d outgrown those same boys by another nine inches. Tossing her head back to clear the hair from her face, she commanded herself to look him boldly in the eyes and immediately disobeyed.
 At almost seven feet tall, Gianté looked like a god. A tall, muscular, well-built, beautiful Asian god and she loved.

TRIPPING PRINCE CHARMING
Three women who don't believe the fairy tales decide they'll only take love on their terms and they've set the bar very high, but they've got a fairy godfather who wants to help them find their very own happily ever after. Enjoy drama, music, and excerpts. http://bit.ly/tripblg

Nothing hurts worse than when a relationship ends. Except when you could've avoided it.

FRANKLIN:
He watched her as she approached slowly, her fingers twisting and untwisting around and into each other, bottom lip pouting and trembling, a solitary tear resting on the tip of her lower lashes. This was the hardest thing he’d ever done in life, but it had to be done. As much as he wanted to grab her up and hold her in his arms, he had to back away and let her figure out what she wanted with her future. He could no longer pretend he didn’t care as much as he really did. Stifling his urges, his passion, his love, while waiting for her “to be sure,” was breaking his heart. He had to call the relationship off.

Carmella heard the words Franklin was saying, but couldn’t comprehend. She could see his lips moving, but her mind was blocking her ability to put the sentences in any logical context. What was he saying? She shook her head to clear the fog, but it didn’t help. She no more wanted to hear him than she wanted to hear what he was saying. Was he really saying they should break-up?

“What are you saying?” Her voice came out in barely a whisper.

“I’m saying this is not working for me. I can’t keep coming here day in and out and not know how I will find you. What frame of mind will you be in? Will you love me or will you push me away? I can’t take it anymore. I can’t be the toad you kick around because you aren’t ready to have a prince in your life. I’ve been telling you this for days now. Call me when you’re ready to stop thwarting my every effort to make this relationship work."

BERNARD:
Sighing heavily, Bernard closed his eyes for a second before looking in Ivy’s direction. He was angry and hurt. The hurt over ruled so much all he wanted to do was cry, but not in front of her.It was all that he could do to keep himself from running out of the building like a heartbroken little girl,the dismay and disbelief ran that deep. He pinched the space between his eyes to calm himself.

“Ivy, I can’t even tell you how I feel about this. I’ve mentioned it many times before. So many times, in fact, that I am beginning to think I sound needy. I’m finding it very hard to believe there is nothing going on between you and Nathaniel. You say you’re trying to match him with Lillie-Rose and yet I never see him with her. I always seem to find you huddled next to him, you smiling up at him or you deep in conversation. I can’t handle myself being so jealous and if you’re trying to play some kind of game to keep me in this emotional hell, I have to tell you, it hurts. Do you even realize what you are doing to me? Can you imagine how you make me feel?”

Holding back the tears shoving to escape, he paused to clear his throat and grab the reins of his emotions. The small action bolstering his determination to show her he had become tired of the ridiculous peek-a-boo she’d been playing with their relationship. Four months of love-me-love-me-not, had taken its toll.

“I don’t know what you were trying to prove with the little scenario you were delivering with such perfection, Ivy, or whether or not Nathaniel is a part of it, all I can tell you is this, you’re killing me. I can’t prove myself any better than I already have. If you’re trying to make me jealous or you’re,” he paused to clear his throat again. “Or you’re really in a relationship with him; I need you to understand I will not stand around and watch as you try to pull together some fanciful fairytale life. If I haven’t shown myself to be yours by now, then I never will. When you get your story straight, call me.” He stepped back and reached for the handle of the door. “You know where you can find me. I’ll be the one standing next to the white horse.”

NATHANIEL:
 “Okay Lillie-Rose, don’t answer me. I’m just going to have to believe what he has told me. You regretted breaking up after losing his child and then I come into the picture and make him see where he messed up. I’m going to have to believe you two never really ended the relationship you had as kids and I’m going to step out of the picture.” Without another word Nathaniel turned to walk out of the door.
Rushing forward, she made to grab for his shirt tail and missed as he slipped through the opening, closing it softly behind him.
WHEN CLOUDS TOUCH
Paisley always had everything going for her and everything against her. Born with albinism and a bad heart, she's lived under the watchful eye and controlling hand of her father all her life. But it seems her fate was already written in the skies when she keeps meeting a man who is as determined to let her live as her father is to keep her alive. Some beautiful love and romance flows between Paisley and Malachi http://whencloudstouch.blogspot.com

“The smaller gift is an Omamori, basically a good luck amulet Omamori means to protect. This one is an Anzan. It’s ...”

“A wish for good health of a pregnant woman and a newborn baby,” her mother finished. The expression on her face as she stared at the amulet in her hand told all sorts of things to the people at the table. Happiness was not one of them.
The younger of Paisley’s two brothers held the small amulet by the string, swinging it back and forth. “Ewww, are you telling us you’re pregnant, Paisley?”

“Yes.” She squealed ecstatically standing and bouncing in place. Twirling until the layers of her skirt flowed, engulfing and wrapping around the legs of her sister who joined her in dance. Khushi Dae and Malachi’s grandmother pushed back their chairs, each happily taking turns embracing Paisley in their joy. Everyone remaining at the table had their attention focused on Malachi.

Not knowing what else to do, Malachi decided to brazen it out. Arms folded behind his head, legs crossed, with a complacent smile on his face, Malachi leaned the chair back until it rested on the back legs. “Well, go ahead and blame me. I’ll stand up to my responsibilities.” 

“You better, akudou.” His father, walking behind him to join the women, swept the legs of the chair as he passed. The immediate laughter from all as Malachi caught himself before hitting the floor, lightened the atmosphere.

“Ha, ha. You all go ahead and laugh.” Malachi stood, brushed down his clothing and straightened his chair while trying to gather his dignity. Instead of sitting, he moved to where Paisley stood. Separating her from the well-wishers, he helped her into her chair but remained standing behind his.Smiling slightly, he accepted the bottle of wine from the hands of the waiter. “Now that Paisley has excited everyone with our little announcement, I wanted to openly apologize for causing everyone stress and ask for the forgiveness of both families.” 

“Wine won’t clear it that easily, little brother.” Yogi sipped from his glass of water, his index finger pointing towards Mr. MuRong. “Words mean nothing, you have to do something bigger.”

“You know me. After lunch I have plans.”

“Malachi, what are you talking about?” Paisley scooted closer and whispered in his ear.

Patting the top of her hand without answering, he directed his next words to her father. “Mr. MuRong, sir, I know I showed you and Paisley’s beautiful mother an enormous amount of disrespect and I want to make up for that.”

“No disrespect to your father, but it will take more than a dinner, where you spring the announcement of my grandchild as easily as you announce the weather. Why is it you always want to have important discussions in a restaurant? Your decorum is wanting.”

“Stick with me through lunch, sir and I promise you will love me.” He laughed at the collective dismissal sound from every person at the table. “Family, don’t give up on me, yet. I’m full of surprises.”

When dessert was served, conversation began to lag until eventually silence reigned and all eyes turned to Malachi. He raised his hand and immediately a waitress appeared by his side and presented a card to Paisley. In confusion, Paisley looked towards Malachi.

“Go with her Paisley, Yoshiko will you go with them? Mr. And Mrs. MuRong, Amma, Appa- everyone,will you follow me?” Malachi reached out, clasping the elbow of his grandmother and helping her from her chair.

“We’ll go with the girls.” Malachi’s mom laughed, excitedly clasping Paisley’s mom’s hand. Looking as if she knew something no one else knew.

And a sneak peak of RIBBONS & BELLE a story where terrible choices are made for love. Coming 2016. http://ribbonsandbelle.blogspot.com

Ribbons &Belle

Gorgeous, dedicated fertility counselor Tyson Ribbons, has admired and loved embryologist, Anabelle “Belle” Lee for a long time. When she comes in for counseling he fights everything within him not to deter her from her plans.

That doesn’t stop his heart from wishing it could be him fulfilling her desire.

Anabelle Lee, mourning her inability to have a child of her own, suffered through two miscarriages, a heartbreaking late-term abortion, and a soul crushing divorce. As an embryologist, she has protected the potential life of many frozen specimens, and lived envious of the women choosing in vitro fertilization as their form of reproduction.

After encouragement from her best friend, and counseling from the very perfect Dr. Ribbons, Anabelle takes steps to fulfill her desire to become a mother.

The problem is the announcement brings more of a shock than a gift.
EXCERPT:

Belle put down her can and turned to Sunny. In a slow matter of fact, tone, she began her story about the death of Fawn. With Sunny, as she’d been with Tyson, Belle wanted to eliminate some of the facts, tried not to trip over her emotions and be as upset as she’d been when telling Tyson, but failed horribly. Tears rolled down her face and she could barely control her guttural cries until the strained, soft voice of Sunny’s response broke through her misery. Where she’d expected comfort and a shared remorse, she was stunned by an unexpected accusation.

“So, what you’re really saying is, you killed her.”

Jumping up, she followed Sunny into the house, watching in shock as her friend gathered her belongings and slipped her feet into her shoes in preparation to leave. For a moment every thought in her mind disappeared. The break in her heart so real, she physically felt the pain. Hearing the words she’d ever thought about herself broadcast to the heavens from the mouth of her best friend, stunned her. They were wrong. Harsh. A sentence she didn’t deserve. Words that had no business being planted in her spirit, let alone her soul. She had not killed her child and she wouldn’t accept that condemnation from anyone. Not even from herself.

“No, that’s not what I’m saying. I’m asking for you to understand. I’m saying that I didn’t have a choice. She would’ve died, anyway. After living the most horrible short life in extreme pain. I’m saying, I let her go. In peace.”

“No. You treated her worse than you ever treated one of your pets. You euthanized your child and now you’re trying to pass it off like... like a case of mercy killing.”

“Oh my God, Sunny. I can’t believe you, you of all people, are saying this to me.You, who I have for the past twenty years thought of as a sister, stands in front of me and calls me a murderer. You may as well be saying I never wanted the baby. Any of them.”

“Well, did you? Did you really? How can I believe anything else. Were all of the miscarriages, real? Or something you planned, too?"

Belle stood for a minute, hand clutching the material above her breast. At that very moment, every abuse she’d had as a child, every heartache as woman, every despair as a mother, had never felt as horrible and she lashed out.

“You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about, Sunny. This is why I never told you. You of all people, I knew wouldn’t be able to handle my decision,but I at least thought you would stand with the result of it.”

“Well, that’s an option it’s a little late to even think about. You never let me in. You never told me anything. You never gave me a choice to voice my thoughts.”

“Because I knew you would say exactly what you just spewed at me. You hate and can not tolerate the idea of abortion. You can’t and you won’t even try to see a viable reason a woman would put herself through a horrible experience, like that. And it was they most horrific, soul destroying, last thing I would have ever chosen to go through. I had no choice.” Belle moved to stand face to face with Sunny, who in denial and obvious anguish, turned her body and stepped away whenever Belle got close. Refusing to make eye contact.

“Sunny, I literally had less than two days to decide to end Fawn’s life or bring her into the world in extreme pain. I didn’t want to spend that time fighting with you about the evils of abortion. And believe me. I understand why you hate abortions. I’ve had the hardest time forgiving your parents for making you go through yours as a teen. I know how much you wanted that baby. You know, I know. But I needed to concentrate on the health, no the death of my child. Even her father didn’t want to be involved. You think I could have handled the arguments with you? Do you honestly believe we would have remained friends if I had tried to tell you, then? I needed the comfort you gave me with the amount of truth you did know.”

“I could’ve tried to understand what you were going through, Belle. Studied up on everything. Been with you and held your hand. I could’ve been there so you wouldn’t be alone.”

“And I would’ve used all of my energy wondering if you were hating me. If you were blaming me. I didn’t have the strength within me to take that chance. My entire system was in a state of shock. All of the hope I’d had for Fawn was gone in one instant.”

“And yet, you kept it from me for three years. Her birthday was a few weeks ago. Instead of us sitting and talking about her, you took the day off work. You shut off your phone and you shut me out.”

“Sunny, please don’t leave like this. I wasn’t trying to shut you out.” Belle rushed down the hallway after Sunny. Heartbroken that her friend was not understanding where she was coming from, yet totally understanding the need she felt to get away. “I was trying to close the door on the pain. Trying to get a grip on the past so I could move on to the future.”

“You know what, Belle. I understand where you’re coming from. I get it. I just need to think. I need to adjust to the... to the death of Fawn. It feels like a totally different thing to me and I need some time. I’ll call you.”

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Tears Among Friends ~Tripping Prince Charming~ Ey Wade. http://bit.ly/trippingpc #romance “I just want someone to jerk my ignorant head off & tell me what to do."

Carmella stood a few more minutes staring into the empty street, before pulling her phone from her pocket. She couldn’t believe Franklin had broken up with her. She needed to talk to Ivy, but before she could dial her cousin's number, the phone rang. It was Lillie-Rose, crying her heart out. While trying to comfort her and find out the problem, Ivy buzzed into the call, inserting her into the conversation by three-way; Carmella was disconcerted to also hear Ivy crying tragically through the line.
 　　
　　“Wait….hold on…stop, both of you. I can’t understand what either of you are saying. You're crying and talking at the same time. Are you saying you had fights with Bernard and Nathaniel? That’s so crazy, I just had one with Franklin. Is this some kind of conspiracy or something? Did the guys plan this as a joke?" Running her fingers through her hair in agitation, she paced a few steps. "I was just about to call you. This has turned out to be the worst day in my life. Can you come over here? Just pack a suitcase and come over here. We can have a damned pity party and discuss what we can do to fix this.”

　　　　After sharing a few more comforting words and agreeing to meet at seven, Carmella hung up the phone and ran into the house. She slammed the door and threw herself on the couch to cry broken-heart and alone. 　　

　　Forty-five minutes later, Carmella opened the door, quietly watching as Ivy and Lillie-Rose entered; each dropping their overnight bag to the floor of the foyer and solemnly continuing their trek towards the kitchen. 　　

　　“I thought we’d hang out around the pool and watch tear jerkers all night.” 　

　　　“Good, that’s the exact mood I’m in.” Lillie-Rose changed the direction she was walking in and followed Carmella. 　

　　　“Me, too,” Ivy agreed. “I just want someone to jerk my ignorant head off and tell me what to do." She stopped in mid stride, closing her eyes as if in severe pain. "Oh my God, Carmella, do you need to have Rhianna song on?” Ivy rubbed her fingers on her temples. “I’ve always thought Stay was the saddest song ever, but now, it just fits perfectly with my misery and I don’t think I can handle it.” 　　　

　“Well, I want to wallow in misery for the rest of the evening until I know exactly what I can say to make this right for me. I didn’t start having fantasies of living a Disney movie just to have my glass slippers thrown at my head.” Carmella flopped into the cushions of the large couch and turned on the television. “Grab whatever snacks you want and make yourself comfortable. We have a stack of movies to go through.” 　　

　　Two hours later, above the soft voices coming from the screen, the only sound to be heard was the sniffling of the three women huddled on the couch; each in varied positions of despair, none of them able to make the other believe they were crying over the heartbroken heroine in the movie.

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Who Controls the Path of #Romance? Tripping Prince Charming~ 3 loves/3stories

Nothing hurts worse than when a relationship ends. Except when you could've avoided it.

FRANKLIN:
He watched her as she approached slowly, her fingers twisting and untwisting around and into each other, bottom lip pouting and trembling, a solitary tear resting on the tip of her lower lashes. This was the hardest thing he’d ever done in life, but it had to be done. As much as he wanted to grab her up and hold her in his arms, he had to back away and let her figure out what she wanted with her future. He could no longer pretend he didn’t care as much as he really did. Stifling his urges, his passion, his love, while waiting for her “to be sure,” was breaking his heart. He had to call the relationship off.

Carmella heard the words Franklin was saying, but couldn’t comprehend. She could see his lips moving, but her mind was blocking her ability to put the sentences in any logical context. What was he saying? She shook her head to clear the fog, but it didn’t help. She no more wanted to hear him than she wanted to hear what he was saying. Was he really saying they should break-up?

“What are you saying?” Her voice came out in barely a whisper.

“I’m saying this is not working for me. I can’t keep coming here day in and out and not know how I will find you. What frame of mind will you be in? Will you love me or will you push me away? I can’t take it anymore. I can’t be the toad you kick around because you aren’t ready to have a prince in your life. I’ve been telling you this for days now. Call me when you’re ready to stop thwarting my every effort to make this relationship work."

BERNARD:
Sighing heavily, Bernard closed his eyes for a second before looking in Ivy’s direction. He was angry and hurt. The hurt over ruled so much all he wanted to do was cry, but not in front of her.It was all that he could do to keep himself from running out of the building like a heartbroken little girl,the dismay and disbelief ran that deep. He pinched the space between his eyes to calm himself.

“Ivy, I can’t even tell you how I feel about this. I’ve mentioned it many times before. So many times, in fact, that I am beginning to think I sound needy. I’m finding it very hard to believe there is nothing going on between you and Nathaniel. You say you’re trying to match him with Lillie-Rose and yet I never see him with her. I always seem to find you huddled next to him, you smiling up at him or you deep in conversation. I can’t handle myself being so jealous and if you’re trying to play some kind of game to keep me in this emotional hell, I have to tell you, it hurts. Do you even realize what you are doing to me? Can you imagine how you make me feel?”

Holding back the tears shoving to escape, he paused to clear his throat and grab the reins of his emotions. The small action bolstering his determination to show her he had become tired of the ridiculous peek-a-boo she’d been playing with their relationship. Four months of love-me-love-me-not, had taken its toll.

“I don’t know what you were trying to prove with the little scenario you were delivering with such perfection, Ivy, or whether or not Nathaniel is a part of it, all I can tell you is this, you’re killing me. I can’t prove myself any better than I already have. If you’re trying to make me jealous or you’re,” he paused to clear his throat again. “Or you’re really in a relationship with him; I need you to understand I will not stand around and watch as you try to pull together some fanciful fairytale life. If I haven’t shown myself to be yours by now, then I never will. When you get your story straight, call me.” He stepped back and reached for the handle of the door. “You know where you can find me. I’ll be the one standing next to the white horse.”

NATHANIEL:
 “Okay Lillie-Rose, don’t answer me. I’m just going to have to believe what he has told me. You regretted breaking up after losing his child and then I come into the picture and make him see where he messed up. I’m going to have to believe you two never really ended the relationship you had as kids and I’m going to step out of the picture.” Without another word Nathaniel turned to walk out of the door.

Rushing forward, she made to grab for his shirt tail and missed as he slipped through the opening, closing it softly behind him.

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You Can Lead a White Horse...Interview With Guys From Tripping Prince Charming #romance #thingslegendsaremadeof

You can lead a white horse to the castle,  but it doesn't mean the drawbridge will
be let down.

Ey, here. I thought I would share the interview from IN THE CHAIR , over here. I don't know how familiar you are with the romance of Tripping Prince Charming, but it is the tale of three women,  feed  up with love stories and the three men in pursuit of them.

Today our interview will be with the guys from Tripping Prince Charming. Nathaniel, Franklin and Bernard. I hear they have a big surprise in the making, maybe we'll be able to get them to give us a small hint of what it is.

"Hi, guys, welcome. Take a seat anywhere. I'll start the questions with, Bernard, if you all don't mind." *Ey reaches out and shakes Bernard's extended hand*

 "No problem, here." Franklin releases the button on his suit jacket and sits between Bernard and Nathaniel.

 "Just so you know," Ey placed canned drinks on the coffee table in front of them. "I've met the ladies during an earlier broadcast, but I want you tell me what you feel for them and let the audience know which is your girl. Okay Bernard, start."

 "Right, Ivy is the the closest thing to Heaven I can imagine. Tiny in stature, cute as can be, but a bit of a busy body. She wants everyone  happy and in love before she settles  down ... at least that's what I believe. The little games she is playing keeps my mind and heart on edge. *he pulls a picture from his shirt pocket.* This is what she looks like, beautiful, huh?

Franklin laughs.
"That's my girl's cousin, so I going to let you live with that dream. The girl is cute man, but she doesn't hold a candle to Carmella." He stands a pulls a picture from his pocket.

Slapping it on the top of the coffee table sitting before them. "Bam, now this is a beauty,  my, Carmella Candi, As sweet as can be, Ms. Independent.  This girl right here will drive a man to drink or reform. I can't gauge her from one minute to the next, but I'm in it until I win it."

"Fellows,  I don't mean to hurt your feelings, but you guys have your tiny prizes,  and I have the jackpot."

 Nathaniel places his photo on the table after giving it a gentle kiss.

 "You guys may 'be' having trouble getting Ivy and Carmella to see things your way, but if I can't get Lillie-Rose to understand I'm the one dragging around the white horse in her honor, you may as well throw those glass slippers against a wall."

"It isn't really that bad, right guys?"

"Is it really that bad? Sometimes, Ey, you have us bouncing off the walls and we have no idea which way to go. I still can't get over that break up scene." Franklin leaned forward in his chair to wag his finger in Ey's face. "For a little bit, I wanted to give you a hell of a migraine, just for the pain you put my heart through."

Ey leans forward and rubs her hands together in anticipation.  "But, that's all been taken care of. I heard rumors you three had a big surprise planned. Care to share with the audience? "

Each of the men, slowly scooted back in their chairs,  returning the individual pictures to their pockets.

 "I have no idea what you're talking about." Franklin shuffled his feet and folded his arms.

 "As if we should say something if there were anything, especially with that camera rolling. " Bernard looked at his watch. "As a matter of fact I have somewhere I need to be. "

As he stood the others joined him.

 "My suggestion is, you read the book." Bernard placed a copy on the table. "I know how you authors can 'be',  write ,  write never read. If we tell the audience what is going to happen. ..  well, what would 'be' the fun in that. Be sure to tell your audience to checkout excerpts at our place- http://trippingprincecharming.blogspot.com or grab some of those pins from Pinterest."

 "Okay, I'll just let you leave like that. I see y'all in a rush, all out the door already. Feel free to come back, anytime." * Ey yells out the door at their quickly disappearing forms.

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