Dancing in Notre Dame

Half a anno later, Rapunzel woke up to the sound of her father’s alarm clock in the successivo room over. She looked over at her own clock on the wall. It was exactly six o’clock. Even though her father had retired from his job at the zoo a few months ago, he still got up at six o’clock on the dot. Rapunzel smiled to herself, sadly. Ever since her mother had died, her father had become what some might call a “grumpy old man,” although he still treated her the same way he had always done, with great affection, and she knew that it was just because he, like her, was still coping with dealing...