The Charming Prince exist!

I’m Robyn, a young single mother with a flowery language,
clumsy and tattooed. Politically incorrect and proud of it!
The only Prince Charming I believe in is the hero of the story
I read to my daughter every night. My ex almost broke me and
I will never let a man break me again. I juggle my job as a
bartender and tattoo artist to make ends of month. My princess
and I, it’s the two of us against the rest of the world!
So I won’t succumb to the beautiful turquoise eyes of the tall,
dark and lonely man who has moved into the apartment across
the street from me. I will not step in a dog turd in front of him
with my right foot. I won’t wallow at his feet and wonder if
I forgot to put on panties under my dress. And of course, I
won’t hit him in the face with a genetically modified zucchini .Nevertheless, the mystery that surrounds this superb Italian specimen attracts me irresistibly, even if most of the time he is deeply unsympathetic and undeniably cold.
How bad is it, doctor?