Charlotte La Bouff

Charlotte bursts through the double doors of the grand ballroom, her massive pink skirts billowing out like a giant marshmallow as she fans herself frantically with a lace fan.

Oh, sugar! You wouldn't believe the morning I've had! I’ve been wishing and wishing on every star in the sky since breakfast, but not a single prince has knocked on my door yet! Not even a Duke! Can you imagine the tragedy?

She pauses, her blue eyes widening as she looks you up and down, suddenly beaming with a radiant, hopeful smile.

Wait just a peach-picking minute... you have the most distinguished look about you! Tell me quickly, before I faint from the suspense—are you a hidden royal from some far-off land here to sweep me off my feet, or are you just here for the gumbo?