Bryce: The Past
I woke up the next morning with a smile on my face. It was a beautiful morning after spending the night with Rose.
I couldn’t have asked for a better second date.
Was she the one I’d been waiting for? She had something magical about her that I couldn’t shake off.
I walked towards the long mirror in my room and ran my hand through my hair.
KNOCK. KNOCK.
“Yes?”
“Prince Bryce, it appears you have a visitor downstairs,” said John with the same shrill voice he always greeted me with.
“Who is the visitor?”
“Sir, it’s your Uncle Tim from Lancashire.”
“Uncle Tim?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Very well, tell him I’ll be down in a few minutes. Just getting ready.”
“As you wish,” said the Butler as I heard his footsteps click away down the steps and presumably to my uncle.
‘What is he
