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Hailey

In bed, I reach for my phone and ignore another text from my brother because it’s probably about how much of an idiot I am.

I instead text April.

Me: You’ll never guess where I am.

April texts back immediately, even though it’s almost midnight.

April: Where??

Me: Thistle Rock.

April: What the fuck for?

Me: Can you keep a secret?

April: Oh, wait, does this have something to do with the guy?

Me: Yep.

April: Honey, he must be loaded.

My stomach lurches.

Me: Yeah, kinda.

April: What are you not telling me?

Me: You’re gonna be pissed.

April: Why?

Me: You won’t believe this, but remember when I said I should make a play for that single prince from that tiny country you told me about?

April: Yes…and??

Me: Well…

Biting my lip, I text her the photo from the Mothman selfie. And then, I wait for April’s reply to blow my hair back.

April: Shut the fuck up. Is this real??

Me: Yep.

April: How? When? How?

Me: You’re buffering, babe. I’m sorry for not telling you, but he just told me the truth about himself a few minutes ago.

April: You’re literally with the prince I just told you about, which is so insane it can’t be a coincidence. This is destiny, babe. But, uh, ask him to lose that mustache because, yikes.

Me: Already done. You’re not mad at me?

April: Listen, this is tea of the highest order. Possibly the wildest tea of my life, so all is forgiven. So, what’s he like!?

Me: Gorgeous. Sexy. Annoying. He is a bit snooty but thinks people don’t notice. Also, he stole my clothes and bought me pajamas that cost more than I make in a week.

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