Now, folks said she was a dreamer, with her head in the clouds and her feet never quite on time.
And wouldn’t you know it, on the day she is supposed to marry a prince, she is late.
There she goes, running through vineyards like a barefoot tornado of tulle and trouble.
She grabs flowers, slips on her favorite jewelry, and pins her hair up as she runs. Somehow, against all odds, she arrives just in time for happily ever after.
















