Sixty-seven
Harkin Redford
The thing about money is, it got you almost everything you ever wanted. Friends in high places. Girls that you wouldn’t get anywhere else. Penelope Peters was one of those things’ money had brought me. If I weren’t the heir to an entertainment company, I didn’t think she would have paid any attention to me. I was a scrawny, redheaded asshole. The first time I’d met Prince Aiden at school, he’d punched me. It was only through drunkenly punching someone that had been harassing him that we’d become friends.
Everything I’d gotten, I’d gotten because of money and circumstance. My sort of friendship with Prince Cadoc of Wales was the same. We’d partied together a few times and traveled together because of my friendship with Aiden.
