And even now, when they were both adults and she was married to such an influential man, nothing changed.
Cecelia was always going to be everybody’s princess.
It took her the whole afternoon to finish sorting through all her things. By sunset she was loading it all into a truck.
“Did you have to throw out so much?” Oliver asked, frowning. “You do know that Cecelia isn’t staying forever right? You’ll have your room back in no time, so what’s the drastic packing for?”
“I’ve had all this stuff for years,” Madelynn answered. “I figured it was time for a change.”
“You hate being wasteful.”
Yes she did. Even though she had grown up rich, she hated people that wasted things anyhow.
“Some things just need to go,” she answered him.
‘Some people just need to go too,’ she added silently in her head.
As usual, Oliver didn’t want to waste time on a conversation with her. He changed the topic.
“The annual auction is tonight. I’ve been invited back this year. You’ll come with me… and Cece.”
“I don’t think that’s—”
Oliver cut her off before she could finish protesting. “You’re going, Madelynn. It’s not like I can show up at events like that without my secretary.”