Goldie and Evan stared at Ammeline. Goldie was in full shock mode, although Evan's face had gone completely neutral flat.

  "...and then I woke up outside the fairy kingdom with this!" She pointed to the flowers growing out of her head. "I think it's my crown? Or something? But now I'm a fairy queen and I have no idea what I'm going to do about it!"

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  Evan and Goldie shared a look.

  "Didn't you call yourself an American princess?" Evan pointed out.

  "I know you'd use my words against me!" Ammeline glared. "But you know...you ARE right. I'm am born for authority and position..."

  Ammeline stood up straight, a hand over her chest.

  "Ahahahahahaha! Yes! Yes I can think of this as practice for ,y inevitable presidential run! Tonight I'll go back to that fairy kingdom and set things in order! I will..."

  She reached up and touched the flowers growing out of her hair.

  "...figure out a way to deal with these flowers on my head."