Thirty-One:
Prince Victor
Vivian Blackwood was at my school.
I saw her walking down the hallway, with Cecelia of all people. I knew what was happening. She’d come to the school to interfere with us. I walked through the hallway to where the two of them were.
“Vivian,” I hissed.
“Victor,” she replied with a smile, looking like the cat that caught the canary.
“What are you doing here?” I demanded.
“I came here to support Cecelia,” Vivian replied.
Cecelia smiled at me. “Relax, Victor. She’s here to help me. It’s nothing.”
I rolled my eyes. “Cecelia, you don’t know Vivian the way that I do. Vivian always wants something. She’s incapable of being nice.”
Vivian frowned at me. “I’m not incapable of being nice. I’m only incapable of being nice to you, because you don’t deser
