I opened the door the following evening to find Princess Carina standing there with her hair all pushed up under a cap and her face hidden by a pair of oversized sunglasses. "Princess," I said flatly. "Pauper," she replied. Julia Johnson isn't like the other students at the Rosewood School. She takes a bike to school, not a BMW. She goes home every night to a run-down apartment that she shares with her...
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