Back when those untouchable socialite princesses had cornered me, trying to force me to accept their confessions.
She hadn't hesitated. She'd charged out and planted herself in front of me, her thin frame squared against all of them, telling them to get lost.
She'd grabbed my wrist and pulled me through their circle, breaking us free.
Later, I found out those girls had held a grudge against her for it. They'd made her life miserable.
I tracked her down with red-rimmed eyes to apologize. She wiped her tears, then smiled.
"It's fine. I just couldn't stand watching my prince charming get pushed around like that."
The girl who once called me her prince charming. The girl who worried about me at every turn.
Now she could ignore my pain entirely for the sake of another man.
When exactly had Eustace wedged himself between us?
Maybe it started the day he became Sabina's graduate student.
She'd mention him in conversation, saying he reminded her of her younger self.
But the look in her eyes was pure adoration.
Or maybe it was that night he called Sabina, claiming some rich girl on campus had cornered him and was forcing him to date her.