I went to my room and lay on my bed, staring up at the ceiling. I considered ordering a bottle of wine to drown my sorrows. Instead, I turned on the TV and watched reruns of The Golden Girls and ate some German snacks I’d picked up at the train station. Damn, I wish I could be as ruthless as Dorothy or Sophia.
I texted Rachel, mostly because I needed some commiseration. But how did I explain the situation I was in? I hadn’t updated her on the whole Prince Thing since I’d spoken to her back when I was in Dublin.
Sending her the longest text ever, I explained as much as I could. The text was so long that my phone had to cut it up into multiple messages. Okay, maybe I should’ve just called her.
My phone rang. Rachel. Oh s**t, I hadn’t expected her to call me—
I answered. “Hi?”
“OH MY GOD
