Hi. Stop being awesome, it hurts.

Princess type, but the clock’s struck midnight, the carriage has turned into a pumpkin, and the glass slipper is nowhere to be found. I mean it seriously. I love love love how you wrote Lyla even if you're not sure where you stand with her or not because love or hate her, the girl is as you said a survivor and I think that's the key here and of course this is beautiful and I get a serious case of happy whenever you crossover because you do it exceptionally well.

/ stops gushing.