Charles
She’s crouched in front of Lily like she has any right to be near her. Talking softly, like she’s some concerned, loving presence.
Why is she here?
I start walking toward them, every step heavier than the last.
I stop right in front of her.
Up close, the irritation gets worse.
Catherine is dressed like she’s attending a luxury gala, not a children’s school event. A fitted cream dress, oversized sunglasses pushed into her short platinum blonde hair, and ridiculously high heels that click sharply against the floor.
She looks completely out of place.
I stare at her, unimpressed.
“Didn’t you get the memo about the dress code?” I ask flatly. “What are you doing here?”
She tilts her head slightly, lips curving in that polished, artificial smile I’ve come to hate.
“I’m here fo
