Eighty-One
Penelope Peters
When you grow up in a country with a monarchy, you’re always aware of your place. My place was the bottom of the barrel. I was the daughter of a single mother who was a teacher who wouldn’t even tell me who my Dad was. I was never supposed to be at Hollow Hills Academy. I was never supposed to be the girl that Prince Cadoc of Wales was in love with. But if I was supposed to believe everyone around me, I was.
I thought I would have to live in some creepy mansion when Gwyneth told me that her father had adopted me. But because school was in session, I was allowed to return to my dormitory. When I got there, I was stunned to see a dark-haired girl in my room who looked remarkably like Audrey Andrews.
“Pen! I’m so sorry.
