A poem.

I placed the tiara over my head, courtesy of Min-jun. I turned away from the oversized mirror and looked at Min-jun all the while smiling a never-ending smile as he looked at me with the same smile. 

"Now my princess looks like a princess, right?" Min-jun said playfully while adoration lurking in his eyes.

"I know, it has been a long time since I had felt weight over my head, but where do you get that?" I questioned purely out of curiosity.

He shook his head and brushed it off saying that it doesn't matter, all that matters is that I looked beautiful in it. My face contorted in a shade of pink but like from the past day, I haven't felt any butterflies in my stomach.