The ones who hadn't hit the books back in the day lamented for several minutes, their words filled with regret for not studying harder.
Who among them could truly say they had a youth without regrets?
Holly Winslow glanced at Mortimer Quincy, wondering if he had any regrets. As their eyes met, he knew exactly what she was thinking. He raised an eyebrow. "I do."
Holly was a little curious. She tilted her head to look at him. "What do you regret?"
"That I didn't get into a relationship sooner," Mortimer Quincy said with a straight face.
Holly: "..."
'This guy needs a smack.' While everyone else was lamenting their studies, he was lamenting his love life.
'Then again, he had no reason to lament his grades. No amount of regret would add a single point to his already perfect scores.'
'Yeah, that thought stung a little.'
She muttered under her breath, "With that childhood-sweetheart cousin of yours?"
Mortimer Quincy: "..."
