A/N: Just a quick heads-up, all of these chapters are going to be PRETTY short and there's going to practically be no dialogue. It will also be in first person. This is just something I've always wanted to write/try (because I love Lottie and want her to be HAPPY), but only now actually had the motivation to do it. So hope you guys enjoy this 15-chapter fic!

I was six and a half when we first met.

Big Brother invited us to his new wife's restaurant where it was loud and bright and festive. Everyone was dressed in simple yet elegant outfits, dancing on the floor without a care in the world. An alligator played the trumpet on the stage and no one seemed to mind. The food was better than anything the chefs back home had made, rich with soul and made to tingle the tongue.

Out of everything though, you stood out. Glowing like a firefly through the chaotic scene, I couldn't take my eyes off you. You were just as loud at the music, flirtatiously friendly, and you were beautiful. And you asked me, the little boy who was overwhelmed by the New Orleans life sitting quietly at the table, to dance. I was eager and embarrassed; I had two left feet and only barely came up to your waist. You had to balance me on your toes just so I could keep up.

But you didn't mind. You were patient, you were kind, and you lead the dance. Despite all the suitors at the dance, just as eager to dance with you and probably better than I was, you chose me as a partner. You laughed with me, giddy and excited throughout the night and not once did you complain about being with me. You held my hands, you smiled, and we danced until the music stopped playing.

And when the night ended, you hugged me tight before Sister Tiana had to pull you away. But before you left, you asked me to be your prince.

You didn't hear me, but I said yes.