CHAPTER 94

A few days before my eighteenth birthday, I get an invitation through the front door. Dad picks it up, inspecting the front and back. The white envelope is outlined in gold and when he passes it to me, I raise an intrigued brow —
"Is this an invitation for Buckingham Palace?" I joke, tearing it open.
"You'd bore the queen to death and we really need a royal family in this country." Jedd jokes, smirking at his response. I roll my eyes at him, "Oh, haha. You're hilarious Jedd."
"It's...