CAT
I must have fallen asleep in the car. I must be dreaming, because in no logical world can my so-called stepmother be Deliah Crimson.
I pinch my hand and rub my eyes and when I open them, the two of them are still standing there. Deliah is wearing a jumpsuit of the same shade of red as her name, with a little black belt around her impossibly tiny waist and a matching pair of red bottoms. Her hair is in a high ponytail with not a single wisp out of place.
If my guess is accurate, she should be about the same age as Will. Yet here she is, clinging onto my father closely like he's the love of her life. He has a similar doting expression on his face.
"Nice to meet you, Catalina." She purrs, as if we have not met before.
Maybe in her eyes, we haven't. I'm the one who remembers her from the banquet. She has not seen me before, so she doesn't know what I look like.
