Sarah and Belinda both had that look. The kind where you just know they’re about to corner you with a million questions. They stared Catherine down, like they’d been waiting all night to finally catch her slipping up.
Sure, the news had been swept under the rug, but everyone already knew Adelina had been dragged online for her looks. No way Sarah and Belinda were going to let that slide. Not when it was their precious Adelina.
“You...” Amy started, already sensing the tension the second she glanced at them.
Adelina looked a lot like Sarah, so Amy guessed right away that was her mom. But the other woman, the one who seemed even more intimidating and a whole lot angrier, Amy couldn’t quite place.
Three people, six eyes, all zeroed in on Catherine. For a second, it felt like they could burn a hole right through her.
Catherine’s eyes flickered, just for a moment. Then she turned to Amy. “You finished eating?”
“I’m done.” Amy glanced back and forth, trying to read the room.
“It’s getting late. You should head back to the hotel and get some rest. Safe travels to Solenia tomorrow,” Catherine said, offering Amy a smile that felt almost gentle.
Amy got it. Catherine wanted her out of there.
She hesitated, then stood up, slipping on her jacket and grabbing her bag. “You’re Sarah, right? I’m the one who called your daughter ugly. I can tell you’re mad. Why don’t we take this outside and talk?”
Sarah’s jaw dropped. She didn’t expect Amy to own up to it, let alone suggest they go talk. What was there to even talk about?
“Yeah, you’re a lot angrier than I thought. Come on,” Amy said, not bothered at all. If anything, she wanted Sarah mad enough to follow her.
Amy hooked her bag over her arm and walked out, not even glancing back.
“Sarah, go. I’ll handle things here,” Belinda said, her face set in stone. “Neither of them is getting away with this today.”
Sarah turned to leave, but then grabbed Adelina by the arm. “I’m going to make her apologize to you in front of everyone.”
Adelina let herself be dragged away, but not before shooting Catherine a look that could kill.
Catherine looked down, silent.
“You’ve gone through all this trouble just because you want to marry into the James family, haven’t you?” Belinda hissed. “Keep dreaming. I promise, this time I’ll make sure you give up for good.”
The restaurant was quiet and elegant, but Belinda looked like she wanted to slap Catherine right then and there and call her out. She held it together, lowering her voice, but the anger in her words was impossible to miss.
She grabbed the glass of water from the table and tossed it right at Catherine.
Catherine moved just in time, but the water splashed across her shoulder and into her hair, soaking her and leaving her looking a mess.
Belinda let out a cold laugh, set the glass down hard, and walked out.
Outside, Sarah and Adelina were already realizing that Amy wasn’t someone they could easily go up against.

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