Evelyn's initial shock morphed into confusion as she studied the woman's face more closely. No, this wasn't Katherine from Zevian's wedding photos.
The woman standing before her in a knee-length floral dress was familiar, but not in a way she could immediately place. Her striking burgundy hair and petite frame nagged at Evelyn's memory.
A frown pulled at Evelyn's lips as she observed how her husband gently coaxed the woman to sit, his hand lingering on her arm as he asked the maids for water. Their closeness was palpable, and Evelyn's stomach twisted.
"Who is she?" Evelyn whispered to Avery, who stood beside her, sharing in her surprise.
"That's Catherine Mallor," Avery replied quietly, her voice tinged with disbelief. "She's a pianist from Qubarc and one of Dominic's closest friends. She's been around Zevian and Kiana for years."
