Clara had grown up on stories of white horses and glass slippers, but at thirty-five, her life looked more like a series of missed connections and Tuesday night laundry. Her friends would often tease her, asking that very question: "So, Clara, did your prince ever show up?"
Should I add a involving the song's history? Did Your Prince Ever Show Up
He sat at the table next to her, looking exhausted but strangely content. He noticed the music, closed his eyes for a moment, and whispered, "Ludvigsson. A classic." Clara had grown up on stories of white