“Eric of Leap, what’s gotten to you?” Jasmine asked, shocked. This was the happiest day of her life. She was turning twenty one and her godmother was so impressed with her academic records that she threw her a party at the Lovers island, the exotic island many would never afford even for their honeymoons.
“I am sorry but I can’t stand any man touching you,” Prince Eric responded.
Jasmine opened her eyes wide before narrowing them again, wondering if she was dreaming. “Excuse me?” she asked on disbelief. Prince Eric was looking at her and sounding very strange.
“I love you, Jasmine. I can’t help it,” Prince Eric finally confessed. He thought this part would be more poetic and romantic the day he says it out loud but the simple words were more appropriate now.
“You what? Are you mad?
