Fifty-nine
Audrey Andrews
The engagement party for Harkin Redford and Penelope Peters took place in late August. I was there. Against every, single fiber of my being. It was held at the Redford mansion, with Prince Aiden there as the future best man. Harkin wore his best Armani. Penelope looked beautiful in a blue dress.
And I was there as a reluctant best friend.
“Can’t you smile at least once?” Penelope begged.
“Nope,” I said, “I’m against all of this. There’s something going on, that you’re not telling me. There’s no world where you and Cadoc don’t end up together.”
“There’s this world,” she said, glaring at me.
“Penelope, I’ve seen the way you too look at each other---”
“Looks don’t mean
