Catherine's POV
I should've known Lucy's kindness was a façade the moment she started smiling too much at me.
That morning began like every other. I sat in the dining room, going over my class notes while sipping coffee. I had a test the next day, and my handwriting was starting to blur together from the lack of sleep.
Lucy appeared at the table.
"Morning, Catherine," she greeted, too cheerfully. It was surprising because she only did that when the boys were around.
I shook my head and mumbled back. "Morning," returning my eyes to my book.
She sat opposite me, and I could hear her chew on a strawberry like it offended her. "You're studying early. You always do that, don't you? So disciplined."
"Yeah," I said. "Some of us have to actually pass exams."
Her smile didn't falter, but her eyes cooled. "Of course. I wouldn't know any of that because I didn't attend college"
