Catherine's POV
She hadn't changed much. Maybe just a little more weight. Her glowing skin and perfectly red lips still looked flawless. She was still beautiful, and it hurt deeply knowing how much hatred she held for me.
I could never compare to her beauty, yet she believed I stole our parents' love. The truth was, I always adored her like a true sister.
She wore a light, tight top that hugged her body. Her face, with its soft curves, was still as striking as ever.
A small smile touched my lips as I watched her from a distance. But it didn't last. Bitterness followed right after.
She looked like the perfect daughter of the Peters. Her innocent face made her seem like a gentle child.
I blinked and swallowed hard, trying to calm the storm in my chest. I could never have done to her what she did to me, and without even looking back.
The memories of that morning came flooding back. I was so lost in thought, I didn't realize I had parked in front of the mansion gate.
