The Princess Test. Shirley Jump

think of something,” Matt said. “But whatever we think of, I can guarantee one thing.”

      “What’s that?” Daniel asked.

      “It’ll be great TV.” Matt grinned. “Great, memorable, big bucks TV.”

      “That’s what I’m afraid of,” Daniel muttered as he gathered his things and left the production meeting. And tried like hell to think of a way to tell Carrie about this without her wanting to shove that tiara down his throat.

      Annabelle skipped in a circle around the kitchen. She had on her plastic tiara and a purple dress that blossomed out from her waist in a wide bell. He’d tried like hell to talk her out of the tiara, but Annabelle had insisted, and Daniel hadn’t wanted to see a frown on his little girl’s face. Not when she’d just started smiling again.

      “You ready, pumpkin?”

      She stopped twirling and turned to face him. “Uh-huh.”

      She’d been ready and waiting when he got home from the production meeting. Now her excitement shimmered on her face, danced in her eyes. “All right then, let’s go.” He put out his hand for Annabelle. She started toward him, then stopped and grabbed a bright pink bag sitting on the kitchen table. “What’s that?”

      “I can’t tell you, Daddy. It’s a s’prise.” An impish grin spread across her pixie features.

      “A surprise, huh?” He bent down and pretended to try to peek inside the bag. “For me?”

      She jerked the silky bag away. “No peeking, Daddy! It’s not for you.”

      “For Grandma?”