Happily Ever After
“Good news!” proclaimed the Prince to Harold, his closest friend and future best man. “She accepted!”
“Congratulations!” Harold beamed, already searching on his mobile phone for a suitable outfit. ‘Exciting times at the castle,’ he updated his Facebook page.
She wore a cream dress and a silver tiara on their big day.
Her mother snapped a photo with her phone and uploaded it to Facebook. ‘My baby is all grown up.’
“Are we lost?” she asked.
“I know exactly where we are,” he answered.
‘Taking in the scenery,’ she posted onto Facebook.
The prince finally shut off the GPS and asked a shop assistant for directions after passing the same fountain for the third time.
“Turn right at the stop sign. At the third traffic light, we’ll see the Inn,” he repeated the directions. “There it is!” shouted the prince, his dignity restored.
An overhead sign showed a barrel. ‘Lovely,’ the princess rolled her eyes. ‘We arrived safely. It’s incredible!’ she posted her latest update.
“Honey, be a darling and make us a hot drink?” asked the prince. “I’m parched.”
“I thought my days of slaving after people were over,” mumbled the princess, switching the kettle on. ‘Our room is gorgeous,’ she posted on Facebook, with a snapshot of the room.
The prince couldn’t sleep. Dust from the years of cleaning affected the princess’ sinuses. He updated his Facebook status. ‘Married to the most beautiful girl in the world. I can watch her sleep for hours,’ not mentioning that it would be humanly impossible to sleep with the racket her sinuses were causing.
The next morning the prince asked, “Honey, would you please make me a cup of coffee? My program is on.”
“That’s it,” she snapped. “I’m phoning the Fairy Godmother!”
“I’ve seen this episode before,” he lied. “Let me make you a cup of tea.”
She sat down and updated her Facebook status. ‘Married to the best husband in the world… making me tea while I relax!’ She added a photo of the view for effect.