Sixty-five
Penelope Peters
The first day back to school once it was in session, all eyes were on me, and the emerald green ring on my finger. A blond girl with eyes like daggers came up to me. “You’re back,” she said, “I thought you left.”
“I was being courted.”
“By a prince, who you didn’t marry,” the girl said, “and now you’re marrying someone else. You’d better stay away from Cadoc. He doesn’t need anymore of your mess. He deserves the chance to find someone that makes him happy. You’re not it.”
“Cadoc and I have never been together,” I said, “and we never will be. He’s with Bexley Adams, he’s happy, and I’m not going to interfere with that.”
That was a lie. I had every intention of interfering with that, because Be
