fantasy world, and he really didn’t want a bunch of fairies and
imps mad at him. An insane godmother was bad enough.
A paparazzo snuck in the window and took a photo of Kyle,
blinding half of the customers. Kyle had closed his eyes auto-
matically as soon as he’d heard the window open. Life in the
public spotlight did that to you. He sighed, and knew the head-
line would read: “Heartbroken Kyle Cries While Princess
Parties.” Life had been easier as a nobody. No one had cared
what he and Lachlan got up to when they were both broke, pot-
head uni students. Now half the bloody nation knew when
either he or Merryl got a sniffle – and received full-colour
glossy photos of the used tissues.