Fifty-eight
Gwyneth Godford
I was in Paris when I got the call. Originally, I was supposed to stay with the royal family the way that I had been when for years. I’d dated Prince Cadoc of Wales on again off again since I was about twelve years old. Last year had changed everything. A scholarship girl by the name of Penelope Peters had shown up to our private school, and Cadoc had been fascinated from her by the moment she appeared there. It was clear that this girl was the love of his life. I knew when to step away.
I let him go. Cadoc was never my future, anyway. I wanted to be the first woman Prime Minister of Wales. I had a dream that was bigger than anything Cadoc could have offered me.
Penelope Peters was sweet, smart, and gutsy. I also believed she might have been the bastard o
