Fifty-Seven:
Prince Henry
I hadn’t seen her. Not since that awful night. The palace concocted a story about us, making me out to be the hero. Then they announced the engagement. It was all anyone could talk about. Every time I went anywhere, there were microphones and cameras being shoved into my face asking me about the engagement. I hadn’t said a word. I’d been told not to, but the palace was the one who had approved a tabloid to leak information about an engagement between us.
Once Cecelia was feeling better, we’d announce the engagement officially. We’d take pictures in the palace gardens. Then we’d have our first, live interview as an engaged couple. She would show off her engagement ring, something approved by the Queen.
From there, there
