It’s been two weeks.
Two weeks since I broke the news to Harry. Two weeks since he found out we were related.
I was now back at Aunt’s Cassie’s again. I had left Manchester just nine days before. I had to go back because of school. I had already missed a lot and staying in Manchester further isn’t gonna help. And no I wasn’t married yet. A new date for the wedding hadn’t been picked yet. Both Prince’s and my dad hadn’t selected a date. Not that I’m gonna be getting married again. That reminds me of Prince. The last time I saw him was before the first wedding day. And the wedding day was the last time we’d spoken. I know he was still angry with me. He deserved to be.
I was currently sat in front of a dressing mirror, the one in Catherine’s room. She was curling my hair as we prepared for
