Catherine's POV
The new car was waiting in the driveway when we stepped out of the mansion. The huge smile on Lucy's face pissed me off more than the fact that I would be sharing a car with her.
She didn't even wait for the driver to greet us; she stepped forward, and claimed the right-side passenger seat as if she were a queen ascending a throne.
I followed in silence, sliding into the seat beside her. The door closed. sealing us in. The driver got into the front and started the engine. As we pulled away from the estate, Lucy didn't wait to clear the gates.
Her mouth flew open as she leaned back against the leather, crossed her legs and looked at me with a jagged smirk. "Look at us, Catherine. Sisters. Isn't this exactly what you've always wanted? A seat at the table? A ride that isn't a hand-me-down from your mother's husband?"
