Katherine’s POV.
I was trying to blend in, standing by the wall, fiddling with the strap of my purse. The ballroom was buzzing with chatter, laughter, and clinking glasses.
But it felt like I was the only one not having a good time.
And then, out of the corner of my eye, I spotted her.
Vera.
I stiffened instantly. The last person I wanted to see today.
I tried to look away, but she’d already seen me.
Of course, she had.
Vera always had a way of finding people when they didn’t want to be found.
Before I could even think about slipping away, she was walking straight toward me, her heels clicking against the marble floor.
She had that smug look on her face, the one that made me feel like she already knew what she was going to say—and how it was going to hurt.
“Well, look at yo
