Chapter 33
Katherine
All heads turned toward me.
Just as I’d planned, I stood out among the sea of bullshit fairy-tale attire in my signature blood red. I hadn’t been able to secure a designer for the event and had been horrified to have to dip down to a B-list design team, but the guy had pulled it off. My dress was silky to their frilly, sleek to their poofy, and sensual to their dreamy.
It was me. And I wasn’t going to stay away just because I was being pushed to the side. I was still Katherine Van Pelt. I was married to the heir to the Percy throne. Who needed friends or designers or a socialite status or, f**k…everything I’d had?
People feared me. That was clear in their expressions as I stepped into Trinity and proved that I would not f*****g back down. That was all I needed.
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