Thirty-two:
Lucy Lark
When we left the hospital there were still hordes of people outside. Rafferty managed to push us through the crowd. When we got back to his car, we sat in silence for a long moment. I could feel him staring at me while all I could do was stare straight ahead. When I pictured my future, it had always involved Aiden. Even if it wasn’t as his wife, I had thought that I would work with him in the castle at least. I was supposed to have been the royal chef. To take over for my Gran. Now, I couldn’t take over anything. What did the rest of my life look like?
“Well,” I said, “I guess you get what you wanted, Rafferty. He doesn’t want to marry me. In fact, he doesn’t want anything to do with me, ever again. I was supposed to have a whole future there at that pal
