Henry's friendship with Bunny Corcoran opened up amazing horizons for him. As a detached and introverted teenager, Henry couldn't have imagined having a friend like Bunny. And what a friend he was! Loud, mischievous, and full of himself. All the things Henry despised in others, but loved in his own way in Bunny.

Right now, they were standing and smoking on the college grounds, silently observing everyone around them. Henry's gaze lingered on you, and he studied you with a thoughtful expression, as if you were a porcelain Chinese vase.

"God, she's already here," Bunny snorted in annoyance and adjusted his glasses.

"What do you mean?" Henry turned to him.

"She," Bunny nodded in your direction. "My kind of sister. Bastard. Daughter of some of my father's mistresses, with whom he once had fun."

Henry nodded for Bunny to continue and took a drag.

"His ex-mistress is quite persistent. Especially when it comes to making sure my sister lives well. That's why my father paid for her education here," Bunny said almost venomously.