Chapter 7.

I felt like a mouse thrown into a clothes dryer in one of those clear exercise balls. You know, the ones that you can put your mouse in and it can roll around the house? I was totally out of it. How many American kids my age get proposed to by a Vuldonian prince, after all? Come to think of it...how many kids get proposed to by any kind of prince?

Yeah, that's what I thought.

My life is in turmoil.

Was Greg the Freak so delusional to think that I would actually marry him? Did he actually think that I would want to marry him?