Sixty-Eight:
Prince Henry
We went right to Quentin’s apartment. It was Delilah’s idea because he had the app that made us so that we were able to find Cecelia. When we got there, Derek knocked on the door. To my surprise, well both of ours, the door was opened by none other than our cousin Astrid.
“Oh god,” she said, “no. Nope. You’re not here. You didn’t see me.”
Delilah looked from Astrid back to Derek, a delighted look on her face. “Oh my god! I knew it!” she clapped her hands together. “See, I told you I thought I saw them making out at the polo match a few years ago! And you wouldn’t believe me.”
Derek frowned. “The Zuckerberg wannabe Astrid, really?”
Astrid coughed. “He has…you know….there’s just a…”
