Catherine's POV
It had been two days since Julian walked out of my room. I hadn't seen him since then, so it was safe to say he was avoiding me.
So yeah, another period of us not seeing or speaking to each other, pretending the other didn't exist.
There was no text or call from him, not like I was expecting him to send any of those to me but at least, he could try to reach out to Gabriel, so we would know he was fine. Ridiculous, I was very worried, but too proud to admit it to myself, or anyone else.
I tried to push him out of my mind as I padded into the kitchen that afternoon, my stomach grumbling from hunger.
I opened the fridge, trying to find any suitable snack to hold my hunger, when Lucy walked in. She was smiling too brightly, holding her phone to her ear. I didn't have to guess who she was talking to; I could tell from the tone of her voice, that high, sugary pitch she only used when she wanted attention.
