Prince Keith's POV

I didn't know why I let myself get so riled up. The moment I laid eyes on Molly and Heather together, a surge of irritation coursed through me. I didn't want to see Molly with Heather. I had my reasons for this. I returned back to my room and sat in my wheelchair.

I let out a frustrated sigh. Why did I even bother? I knew Heather wasn't going to listen. She never did. She never listened to anyone, least of all me. And yet, there I was, worrying over her as if it mattered. ...