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Percy

Saturday 2:42 Pm

Irun my fingers through my hair, sighing in frustration. I’m still trying to wrap my mind around this latest development.

So I’m technically a princess. I’m married to Anton in some last-minute ceremony that only he could possibly pull off.

The ring feels heavy around my finger, the implications of its presence giving it impossible weight. It’s like the magnitude of my own crappy decisions has coiled around one of my digits, pulling me down.

“Are you okay?” Becky asks, her face pulled in concern.

“Not really. This is just a lot to take in.”

She nods, looking at me with understanding.

Sammi grips my hand, pulling me toward the curb to sit.

“What next?” Mysti asks, eyeing the group.

I hang my head between my knees, a headache already starting to pound at my temples.

“I guess we have to figure out the annulment thing,” I say, eyes fixed on the ground in front of me.

Without saying a word, I can feel their reluctance. They’re still hoping for a happy ending here—one that no doubt involves my ass in a throne.

It’s not that I mind that idea so much; it’s just everything that comes along with it.

“I have an idea,” Sammi says.

“What?”

She pointedly ignores me, whispering something to Becky instead.

I whip my head up toward them, already not liking the sound of this.

“What?” I repeat, glaring toward them.

As one, they pull their phones from their pockets, fingers flying quickly across the screens. The sound of connecting calls jumps out as they each hit speaker.

Oh no.

“I think you could use another opinion,” Sammi says, looking at me like an unreasonable child.

“Or two,” Becky adds, smiling innocently.

“Don’t you dare,” I warn, quickly jumping to a standing position.

“Percy, just hear them out,” Sammi says. “Maybe—”

“Hello, darl,” Lock’s voice cuts in.

Oh great.

“Hello, love!” I hear Liam echo from the other speaker.

Five against one. They’re really playing dirty.

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