#Chapter 349: She Likes Daffodils

Karl The pleasant yellow flowers sitting on my passenger seat bob and bounce as I drive up the winding road to the prince’s estate. On one side of me, there’s a stretch of rolling fields and a smattering of little seaside cottages here and there. On the other side, below a dropoff of large boulders, there’s a sandy beach. And beyond that: the ocean. Under normal circumstances, I would be elated to visit a place as beautiful as this. Hell, maybe I would even take Abby here for our second honeymoon. But I’m not here on leisure. Up ahead, the prince’s seaside estate slowly comes into view. Its stone cornices, ornate spandrels, and castle-like exterior screams of old money. I can practically smell the cash from here. And somewhere inside that estate is Abby. As I pull up to the front gate, I run through the speech I have prepared one last time: a plea, really, more than a speech. I’m ready to get down on my knees and beg her to give me one last chance if I have to.