Nineteen
Jude Elliot
I was not surprised to find random strangers in my home on my tour break. Usually, it was my Mum, or one of my sisters, or maybe one of my old band mates. But Margot was filming something in London, and she asked if she could stay rather than renting because it was only for summer. So I agreed. The last thing I expected though was to find a hung over Cecelia Porter in my bed. I had thought after the song, I might see her at the show, and that was that.
It was clear to me, even if it wasn’t clear to her, that Marlowe was set on her. Henry was gone over her too, although I didn’t know if he even stood a chance. There was something different in the way that Cecelia looked at Marlowe then in the way she did him.
On top of that, I spent most of my time drunk out of
