Okay, so I was on this balcony and I'm waiting for this guy who only knows me by this swan mask I'm wearing waiting for him so I can jump into his arms and ride off into the sunset. Dumb, right? And he should have been here hours ago. But then, I saw it. It was a large handsome splotch on the ground.
Lady Agatha – an unusually rotund women – was wearing the same mask as me and Prince Crispin must have thought she was me and told her to jump in his arms.
Judging by the splatter, it was not pretty. He had chosen the wrong balcony!
Oops.

