6
Camden
I needed more alcohol to survive this f*****g dinner.
My father had been droning on about his latest golf partners and asking Lars pointless bullshit about Sweden. I’d discovered halfway through the conversation that he was not an actual prince. Though Candice called him that. He just smiled sheepishly and let her. I still didn’t know what his official title was, but apparently, he was part of the nobility, whatever good that did him.
The biggest surprise was that Katherine remained silent through much of dinner. She poked around at her food and ate a measly few bites. It was a miracle that she could hold her tongue that long. Usually, she was full of quips and jabs aplenty. I didn’t know what was going through her head right now, but I was more concerned with the conversation
