Catherine's POV
The mansion felt like it was bracing for an earthquake. As I stepped through the front doors, hurrying my pace, so I wouldn't have to hear any of Lucy's annoying words. Two members of the staff were polishing the banister, and I could hear the maids arranging plates in the dining room. It wasn't night time, yet they were already preparing for dinner.
Lucy walked past me and gave me a smirk, her eyes raking over my uniform. "Why do you look scared? Are you worried that everyone will find out that the so-called boyfriend of yours is a low life pretending to be rich? Don't be, darling." She didn't wait for a response, heading upstairs to transform herself into the princess she believed she was.
I went to my room, my legs feeling heavy with every step. When I opened the door, I found Lisa there. She was sitting on the edge of my bed, clutching a dress in her lap. She looked up as I entered, her face a map of anxiety and confusion.
