Twenty-Nine:
Vivian Blackwood
There was no way to know who leaked the picture. The palace was speculating that it was a servant. But ages ago, I’d set an alert for Victor and so when the picture leaked I saw it. It was the end of summer. I was supposed to be starting school soon, going to the same, posh boarding school with Henry that I’d gone to forever.
But the picture of Victor kissing Cecelia had made my chest feel like it was being torn apart. I did something I almost never did if I could help it. I went to my father.
He was in his study, like he always was. He had my dark hair and was bent over paperwork.
“What is it, girl?” he asked. “Don’t just stand there. I know that you want something. You always want something.”
“I want to go to L’ecole du Soleil this semester.”
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