Eighty-three:
Lady Kenna
We’d been home for a week, and I hadn’t heard anything from Declan. Instead, I’d been hanging out with Paisley. At that very moment, we were out at a club dancing. “I hate her,” Paisley shouted as we danced to the music.
“I hate her too,” I shouted.
“She’s your friend!” Paisley said.
“By necessity,” I said. “She was the poor, little, servant girl that showed up that both Oliver and Declan were obsessed over. Of course, I had to be nice to their little pet project too.”
Paisley smiled. “You know, I like vicious Kenna. She’s a lot more fun. We should let her out more often. Hey…..wasn’t she engaged?”
I frowned. “Yeah, so?”
“To the Prince from the Netherlands, right?” s
