Anwen

“Kieran said you had to go?” Baz asks from where he sits on the railing of the balcony attached to my bedroom.

“Those were his exact words.” I scowl at my open wardrobe. “Anwen, you have to go to this ball, or it will look bad for all of us. Authority command and all. Who the fuck does he think he is?”

Baz snorts. “Sounds like he thinks he’s your fucking dad.”

I grab a shoe from the bottom of my wardrobe and launch it at his head. “Shut ...