Eighty
Prince Cadoc
She didn’t remember me. She didn’t remember me at all. It was as if the whole year and a half hadn’t happened. That was almost worse than Penelope getting married to someone else. At least a married Penelope knew who I was. I was supposed to be back at school. But with Penelope at the hospital, that was the last thing that I wanted to do.
I was in my room, blaring music and drinking. I had a bottle of scotch that had been around since before the American revolution. I also had some horrid crystal dragon statues that had been gifted to me from Parliament for my birthday every year since I was six that I was smashing to bits. While smoking a cigarette inside which was sure to piss off my mother and the maids.
Because the girl I loved couldn’t even remember who I wa
