Chapter 155

“Thank you, Miranda. But Marnye still needs to answer my question.”

Wow. This is literally the most strict I've ever seen Charlie Reed in my life, and just before I turn seventeen, too. My heart skips a beat, and I glance at Windsor as I consider what, exactly, I should say to get out of trouble. Without having to lie, that is. I raise an eyebrow at the prince, and he raises one back at me. Something about him makes me want to tell the truth, and it just tumbles out.

“My friends are here to invite me to the Hamptons,” I say, and there's something surreal about that phrase. We're in California currently. The Hamptons are on the opposite side of the country, in the northeast. That means packing, a plane ride, a place to stay, parental supervision. Err, at least some pretend parental supervision.

“The Hamptons?” Charlie asks, and then he narrows his eyes slightly as he tries to think about where that is. “You mean in New York?”

“Sir, if I may,” Windsor says, ste