Eighty-two:
Fiona Fallon
They tell me that my name is Fiona. Fiona Fallon. They tell me that I live in Scotland, in a castle. But I am not a Princess. I am a servant girl. My grandmother is a nanny in the castle. She raises the royal children. I live in a tower with her. I grew up with the Prince. The Prince fell in love with me. There was an accident, and I lost my memory. I was being taken home. That’s what they told me.
I was sitting in a private jet, staring across from the Prince of Scotland. He was looking at me like he thought that I might disappear. I thought he might be in love with me, because he kissed me when he first saw me. But he had yet to say anything.
“So,” I said, “does this mean that I have ta be with you?”
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