45. More Ammunition

-Katherine-

I walk downstairs the following evening and see a flash of blonde hair and a tight red dress whipping past me. She stops in her tracks when she sees me and I can literally see the blood draining from her face.

How can anyone be this beautiful without even trying? I feel like a trash goblin next to this flawless woman.

“You’re Gabriel’s Fated,” she says, all perfect poise and not a hair out of place.

“And you’re his fake wife. Nice to finally meet you, I’m Katherine.” Oh my God, why am I sounding so petty? This woman has the ability to turn me into a raging jealousy-fuelled piece of shit and all she has to do is breathe.

Her lips are a thin line and she nods. “Amara,” she says and is about to turn around when I call out to her, feeling like a massive asshole for being rude for no reason.

“Wait, sorry, I didn’t mean for that to come out as harsh as it did,” I say, walking the last few steps down and coming to a stop in front of her. “Newborn emotions and pregnancy hormones.