If I were a genuine student, I would have been thrilled about the vacation period.

Going to school is akin to going to work. It's a reason to get up when you’d rather stay in bed, forcing down breakfast you don’t want to eat and taking reluctant steps into a place where you must endure the entire day until classes are over.

Of course, school was still better than a job. It ended a bit earlier and included two long vacations each year.

However, I was not an ordinary student. Neither was Alice. Both of us were princesses, and we …