“No, no, no, you don’t understand. I am totally Princess material! See. Just look! It’s all in the binder,” Belle waved her hands wildly and filled to the relevant page, jamming a finger down on the list of relevant facts, “Orphaned at a young age, one parent and it’s my dad so I got the no mom thing going,” she tapped her chin, “I know that’s not mandatory but it certainly adds to the checklist. Oh! And here, here, look,” she pointed excitedly, “Most of my birth records where lost, I could totally be lost nobility from some far away nation! I just need to go on an epic quest of self discovery!”

Her boisterous pose fell, “I mean… I can’t sing… But I can dance! That has to count. Plus I’d add to the diversity! There aren’t nearly enough black non white princesses! And, and,” she flipped through more pages, “I’d be a bunch of other firsts for them and I have the dress and everything. I’d sparkle like the stars and GLOW TOO!”