Gina's P.O.V.
My throat feels dry as he says it. I think I know what he means. And I don't know what to think of it, to be honest.
"I know about my mother now," I say.
His eyes narrow ever so slightly as he places his hands calmly into his suit pocket. "Do you?"
I nod hesitantly. "She was the... uhm," I struggle with my word choice, "Princess of the O.C."
His lips stretch fondly now. "Indeed she was."
I swallow hard, observing him. "What did that make you?" A king? Or the prince? I'm still unsure of how he felt about her. Was she his daughter? Or was she something else?
"It made me the Mayor, of course," he skillfully avoids my question.
I have no idea why my eyes tingle then, but I suddenly feel like crying. I cannot believe there is even a possibility that my mother loved this m
