All ladies have an inner princess, amirite? That inner goddess that pushes our credit cards towards pink tool sets, sequined nail polish, and furniture like this:
That’s the sort of bed that a certain Aurora could’ve slept in. You know who I’m talking about:
Or, as Val points out, it would work well in a “My Big Fat Gypsy Wedding” honeymoon suite. Accompanied, of course, by the matching vanity.
