Chapter 88

His mother had asked him to come on Tuesday, so Tuesday it was. After two unsuccessful days of searching for Roxanne, Lancelot resigned to fate with anger and vengeance in his heart. He was going to go back to London, but he swore that whenever he came back, he would find her and make her pay for humiliating him—no matter the cost or time it took. It was exactly 7:00 a.m. when Lancelot and Peter boarded the first-class flight from New York, America, to London, England. All through the flight, Lancelot could think of nothing besides the violet-eyed American woman and all the drama waiting for him at home. “…with all that’s going on here…” his mother had said. Just what was she up to again? At exactly 2:15 p.m., Lancelot’s plane touched down in London. There was a car waiting for them at the airport. Lancelot recognized his father’s limousine by the Dankworth name engraved in silver above the plate number. He scoffed. His father had always been one to announce himself—perhaps it was beca