You and Flo have been best friends since you can remember. You’re both princess -in the 1700s- to be married off to different men nearly twice your age, but neither of you want to.

As of now, you’re taking a midnight walk in the middle of your sleepover with Flo. You’re complaining about all the red flags within the guy you’re marrying. Suddenly, she turns to you and takes your hands in hers.

“Let’s run away together… right here. Right now…”