Chapter 73
Lorenzo
Even hours later, the sight of my girlfriend slumped on the floor leaning on an ottoman while s**t-faced drunk was still making me smile. Her droopy eyes and dopey grin would forever be etched in my memory; a rare form that I might never be able to see once more from the esteemed, highly restrained Mistress of Magic. Truthfully, I liked seeing her so loose and carefree. She seemed… well, she looked like a person her age. There was no hint of propriety or decorum that followed a royal person such as she, but only uninhibited joy.
And she called me Laurie. If that was not a damned miracle, then I don’t know what is.
As I carried on the football field, making those final checks before we open to the public (and there was a line), I caught a glimpse of my reflection on t
