Katherine looked at her reflection in the mirror, her gaze falling on the dress that the maid had given to her earlier.
Since they were royal guests and were attending the University on the royal's accord, everything starting from their handbags to their dresses and shoes was prepared by the royals.
Katherine hated this feeling. It was almost as if they were treating them like puppets that were supposed to work on their signals.
She sat in front of the mirror, dressed in her daily wear which was more feminine than she liked.
Or maybe because the environment she lived in never gave her the freedom to wear feminine clothes. She stopped wearing skirts and dresses the moment she entered the Black OPS and was attacked by one of the men there who blamed it on her display of legs.
'Seriously? Are you wearing a dress? Our Katherine is looking feminine. Isn't this funny?' Christian would've definitely made fun of her.
