Monsieur Pierre had asked me to help on a major runway project and I was backstage helping models get dressed. One of the dressers came down with a really bad flu and ended up in the hospital so there was no choice but to help dress and make sure looks were as they should. As I'm helping them dress, I can't help but notice how fit they are. Tall, slender beauties compared to my short averageness. I took a deep breath. No time for self pity. The show must go on!

I get a moment to peek out and see who's in the audience. Of course, all the princes were in front row and there was Prince Roberto looking rather handsome in a suit I made for him. I sighed as I gazed a moment longer. How could a prince ever love someone like me was beyond my comprehension. I started feeling doubt about myself and our relationship as a voice snapped me back to reality.

"Ah, mah petite! Gazing upon the beauty of the royal treatment?" Monsieur Pierre peered at the crowd over my shoulder as he, too, looked towards the princes. "Ah, to be among those seats just to breathe in that manly prince scent." He let a long drawn out sigh of longing as he stood a moment longer. "Come, come now, [___], the runway does not dress itself."

I sighed as I nodded in agreement and followed him back to my work station. As I'm checking  the order of looks on a rack, a familiar voice breaks my concentration. "I can never get tired of watching you in your natural element." Prince Roberto was leaning against a wall, smiling as he looked at me from afar. "Beautiful," he said as he walked over and kissed me on the cheek.

"You'd say that now," I said matter-of-factly. "You weren't here when I had to dress the models. I'm sure some of them would've-" I'm cut off when I feel him hug me from behind.

"Why do you do that to yourself? Belittle yourself like that?" I can feel Roberto nuzzle my hair as he talks and it calms me.

"It's the truth, isn't it?" I asked as I heaved a sigh. "You're a prince, after all. You could do so much better than me..." I felt the words drag on as I felt the sadness in them, stabbing myself in the heart. I felt him hug me tighter.

"I don't need facades and fallacies in my life. I have enough of that whenever I have to attend those meetings and events. I like what I have right here." Roberto kissed my hair and I could feel him smile.

I turn in his arms but I can't seem to bring myself to look at him. "But, I'm fat compared to a super model."

"Huggable," He countered.

"Short."
"Fun Sized." He smiled and kissed my forehead.

"I don't look so great in evening gowns."

"You look lovely in anything you wear."

"I can't walk in heels."

"All the better to run away with me from Al with." At this I had to see him grin and couldn't help but smile.

"Knew you'd say that," I said as I hugged him back.

"There is not a thing about you I don't like so stop worrying your pretty little head over these details, okay?" Roberto took my face in his hands and kissed me lightly. I held his hands where they were and nodded as we stood there. He then kissed me passionately, making me lose my balance somehow, my face hot and head spinning. He merely chuckled and took me in his embrace. "I better let you get back to work, princess, before I'm tempted to ditch with you." He kissed me lightly before letting me go. "See you later."

I watched him wave good bye and rejoin the princes with a smile on his face and reassurance in my heart. My prince had come to save the day and now it's time to start the show.