Thirty-seven:
Prince Marlowe
I should have been at the palace to see Henry. It was Henry that had lost his girlfriend, his first love. We were the ones that knew Vivian. We’d been friends with her since childhood. Yet, the only thing that I could think of, was Cecelia. When I arrived, I saw Delilah coming down about to head out.
“Delilah,” I said.
“Marlowe,” she said, “I should have known that you would come the moment that she was back on British soil.”
“Is she alright?” I asked.
She hesitated.
“Delilah…. come on. You can tell me.”
“I don’t know,” she admitted, “her and Victor were starting to get close. I think something happened, but she hasn’t said anything to me yet. Maybe you can get h
