Twenty-one
Prince Declan
I was waiting in my room when Fiona god back. I sat on my bed; legs opened wide. Waiting for her. Resting my chin in the palm of my hand, propped up by my elbow. “You left.” At the mention of my words, Fiona froze.
“I didn’t leave. I ran errands with my Nan.”
“And these errands happened to involve Evander Gordon?”
“I ran into him by accident,” she said, “he happened to be at the same pub that I was at.”
“Then you came home with Oliver?” I said.
“I stopped by to visit Kenna at school, and she was worried. She wanted to make certain that I was okay. Besides, Oliver wanted to make sure that the suit that he was wearing to the investiture was matchin’.”
“Usually, suits a
