Chapter 18

It was past tea time when Evelyn paid the taxi driver and then got out slowly.

She’d woken up at lunchtime in Brendan’s spare bedroom with a massive headache. She hadn’t meant to sleep over, but after sharing the pizza and the drink while binging on her favourite television shows, she had realised how lonely she was in Roman’s house. She missed just being free and stupid with her friends. In Roman’s house, she always felt like she had to be careful with everything because it was all so expensive.

Maybe it was a good thing that Roman had laughed off her declaration of love. She didn’t fit in his world at all.

She dug her keys out of her bag as she walked to the door. Her mother would probably be making her dad comfortable in bed so she didn’t want to disturb her to buzz her in.

“The prodigal returns. Are we finally worthy of you, Your Highness?”

She didn’t have to turn back to know who that was.

“Grow up, Tara,” she answered with an eye roll as she