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Chapter I:  Welcome to my Life

I’ve worked since the month after I turned sixteen.  I’ve been working my way through college, and I graduate next month.  My only regret is that Mom won’t be there to see it.  She died last spring.  Mom was all the family I had.  Her parents disowned her when she came back from her study abroad program and realized she was pregnant.  I’ve never met my father.  Hell, I don’t even know his name.  Thanks to Mom’s life insurance policy I now own the home I grew up in.  I also work.  I’m a manager in a fast food chain.  It’s not a great job, the customers usually suck, but most of my crew are pretty decent.  Some of them are pretty awesome.  Don’t get me wrong, I work with idiots, but they’re fun idiots.

Well, technically, I should have graduated in the spring, but after Mom died, I asked for if I could take an incomplete.  Given the circumstances, I was allowed to take the rest of my exams over the Summer Term.  Luckily all of my professors were really understanding.  I’ve finished my exams and I officially passed my last college classes.  I signed up for graduation, but I don’t know if I want to walk.  I don’t quite know what I want to do anymore.  I’ve debated getting my MFA, a masters degree in fine arts.  I double majored in music performance and literature, so maybe continuing in literature.  I really was lacking in motivation. 

I’d finally met my grandparents.  They came to Mom’s funeral.  They tried to all of a sudden be there for me.  You spend over twenty years ignoring me and your daughter because she had the nerve to fall in love and make a baby.  That bitch, right?  You come home and your parents tell you to get the hell out and not come back.  Yeah, because I need people like that in my life.  Then something incredible happened.  Something I never would have expected in a million years.  A letter was hand delivered to my door, I had to sign for it and anything.  To my greatest surprise it was addressed as so:

Miss Juliet Anastasia Victoria Benn

I never used my full name.  I didn’t recognize the ornate scrawl.  There was no return address and it was sealed with a wax seal.  Seriously, who does that?  I opened it and in the same scrawl that had written my name was this letter.

Dearest Juliet,

My deepest sympathies to hear of the loss of Rose.  She was a treasure, and the world is truly a darker place without her.  I wish I had known she was ill, I would have sent word sooner.  It is my greatest wish that we should meet.  I offer you my personal hospitality at your earliest convenience.  Send word care of return post when you wish to come to my humble home and I will send transportation for you. 

Sincerely Yours,

Duke of Windsor

James Eastgate

I stared at the letter for days.  At first I was laughing, thinking it was all a joke.  Then I began to wonder if it really was.  I didn’t know what to make of it until another letter came for me, one with the same seal as the other letter.

Dearest Juliet,

I am wondering if you doubt my intentions.  I need to speak with you.  Please allow me a chance to explain.  There is so much I want to talk to you about.  I have a present for you when you arrive.