I still couldn't believe it. I had first met Duncan while; I was working in a small little diner in New York. He had became a regular at the diner and always wanted Myself—Or, princess, as he nicknamed me.— to assist him to his every need. Of course. Myself, knowing the young Punk's antics; I stood proud and dependant. I wasn't going to let some Teal-eyed, Nothing but trouble, boy get in the way of earning money for college. Well, as seeing from the past. I was pleased. She was with Duncan. The only man to ever truly love her.. For.. Her.