Grace twirled her carmel-tinted hair nervously as she waited to see the prince.

Before she knew it she was quickly ushered in and saw him and the king

Behind them were the queen and the two princess. Her heart did a quick flip and she resisted the urge to leave. To many years designing on her own had made her slightly awkward in social situations even though not many noticed it.

Princess Brooke waves and so does Prince Micheal. “Welcome Grace I’m Micheal and this is my sister Brooke.”

*here the writer speaks*(hey I’m sorry I’ve been gone for so long! I just don’t really know how to do this and it’s a little intimidating thx! I kind of want to continue so how do I do this successfully?)

(and that was the definition of a run on sentence)

Grace tries to display confidence and says hello in the nicest way.