That name looms over me like a dark cloud of thunder and rain.
Denver is the firstborn son to the king and queen of Stallion Kingdom, and he is destined to be my husband and prince charming. Which is unfortunate, because I’ve never even seen the guy, let alone met him.
“Mom, how the heck am I supposed to look at Denver if I still don’t know what he looks like?” I ask, giving up on trying to keep Mom happy.
“Destiny shall point the way!”
What a deep quote. A guy in a grey rag is going to walk up to me and point at a random dude in the audience.
