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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.
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.
Duke of Windsor
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.
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.