Chapter 19

Georgina West

"And d-do you know what hurt me the most about this, Archer? You k-know?" I stammered, perching myself on the edge of the bed next to him after pacing back and forth through the flowing curtains countless times. I felt like a fairy princess from that Disney movie with the lost shoe.

CINDERELLA!!!

I lost count of the shots I'd taken; the alcohol hadn't seemed to affect me until it hit me all at once. Despite Archer's warnings, I stubbornly snatched the bottle from his hand.

I don’t listen to no man.

I was a gangsta.

"What hurt you the most, Georgie?" Archer inquired, his lips pressed together as he gently supported my back, preventing me from tumbling backward onto the bed or, worse, stumbling forward onto my face.

"That in the school play, I wanted to play the beauty, but they cast me as the beast," I confessed, tears welling up in my eyes. "Archer, do you know how difficult it is to sing like a man? I had to deepen my voice. After the play, everyone called me Prince