Seventy-five:
Prince Declan
I spent the day riding with Kenna. For the first time in a long time, I didn’t think about Fiona. All I could focus on was the fact that I was with a pretty girl with blond hair and amber eyes who was trying to make me feel better. I had spent years ignoring Kenna, thinking of her as only a friend, and the younger sister of my best friend. Now, Kenna was talking about going to New York.
And all I could think about was kissing her on New Years Eve, in one of the biggest cities in the world. Kenna had taken care of me during a time when I didn’t want to be taken care of. She was part of my world, and she understood the duties and responsibilities that came with being royal.
With her, I wouldn’t have to apologize for being myself. She wouldn’t f
