Twenty-Six:
Cecelia Porter
I had only been in one palace my entire life. The Tudor one. I never expected that I would go to France, or that I would be staying in another palace. Or that I would have a Prince seriously courting me. I didn’t even understand why, to be perfectly honest. Victor hadn’t seemed serious about me and had seemed okay with our arrangement. Something had to have changed to make him suddenly decide to court me as a possible wife.
Regardless of why it was happening, I found myself being driven in a black SUV with Daisy and Astrid as my companions. As well as all of their luggage, and guards. We drove from Paris to Versailles, and it turned from the city into the French countryside. It felt a whole world away.
“The French family doesn’t stay in the city?” I asked
