"Katherine, what are you doing?" Carl frowned. "I just asked a question."
"A question? You are actually doubting me! But that design, it's mine! Carl, I'm the one you're about to marry. Why are you still siding with Eleanor? What does that make me?"
Katherine was sobbing hard.
Carl rubbed his temples, trying to stay calm. "Look, I really don't know the full story about the draft. That's on me. Don't be upset, okay?"
"I'm not that mad, really," Katherine sniffled. "What's done is done. But what I don't get is, why does Eleanor keep twisting the truth? I'm the one who got copied—now she wants me to apologize?"
"Alright, Katherine, that's enough."
"You're still mad at me, aren't you? You don't trust me, do you? Fine! I'll find the original drafts and prove I'm telling the
