Catherine's POV
The first day of the month already started with pure chaos for me.
When I got to the dining room, Gabriel and Lucy were already seated at the long dining table.
As usual, Julian walked in last. The sight of him nearly made me choke on my orange juice.
Because there it was, clear as daylight, across his perfect, infuriating forehead. P E R V E R T.
In bold, permanent marker. My masterpiece, of course.
I wasn't supposed to laugh. I really wasn't but the sight of him while walking around with that written on his head? It was too much. My lips twitched and my lungs begged for mercy.
He looked annoyingly good, too. Grey sweatpants. White shirt. Barefoot. If he weren't such a pain in my ass, I'd have been blushing instead of biting my tongue to stop giggling.
Lucy was the first to notice.
"Happy new month, Julian," she said sweetly, taking a sip of her tea. Then she frowned. "Wait… what's that on your forehead?"
Gabriel glanced up. "Uhm, what—"
