Kate's POV
By the time Damon and I walked into the dining room, Arthur was already seated at the head of the table. We traded a few easy words with him, and then Catherine made her entrance.
She came through the foyer on Damian's arm, every strand of hair falling in a flawless curve, her lips painted a red so deep it bordered on black. There was nothing intimate in the way she and Damian moved together, yet the smugness rolling off her was impossible to miss, and it lit her up from the inside.
I watched her approach without warmth. Whatever she felt for Ronald, it wasn't love. What woman glows like that on her way to marrying one man while her heart supposedly belongs to another? Maybe she was exactly like Ronald: greedy, hollow where love should be.
Damian held the door until she was
