[Catherine's POV]
Sitting in front of the dresser, I carefully applied powder and added rogue and color to my pale face. Charles would surely visit me again, and I wanted to look my best.
If only I could see my reflection, then I wouldn't have to be so conscious about my appearance.
I wanted to let loose and not think about Emelia, for it upset me. I wanted to accept him even if it was just for show to get what I wanted.
It was a mutual cohabitation. He got to use me as Emelia's replacement, and I got to use him for the things that I wanted.
Just like Trinity suggested.
I could only hope that I wouldn't fall far too deep in this game that we were playing or else . . . it'd be harder to come back once I was broken again.
A loud ruckus flung my attention to the door. I heard Patricia, Mille, and Millie's voices just outside, and Patricia didn't have to raise her voice. I heard her perfectly fine.
