I believe this is where my story started, the Barcelona Festival. Mother was wearing her beautiful traje de faraleas; ruby colored layered dress, while Father and I wore our trajes cortos; a traditional cowboy wear. We danced to the music and danced with our hearts.

Once we arrived, I left my parents to head to the food area, where everything was filled with vibrant colors and smells of delicious food. Men and women danced all over me to the wonderful music that replaced the air. To my surprise, I noticed someone oddly familiar in clothing that only royalty wore.

“Hola,” I said to the boy. As he turned around, I realized how I recognized him. He was the boy that was at my house the previous night. He recognized me, but before he could answer a solider jogged up next the boy, bowed and said,

“Mi Príncipe, the King and Queen are waiting for you, it is time for you to make your entrance,”

I couldn’t believe my ears, he was the Prince?