Chapter Twenty-six

Catherine’s POV:

At exactly thirty minutes past nine, I am already dressed. My ivory dress stops above my knees but isn't too indecent to show skin. According to the dress maker, she said Michael didn't want me wearing a ball gown as it was just a dinner get together. It was why we chose this dress.

It was beautiful. It shone under the light in its ivory glory and the golden sequins were cast against the walls in the most beautiful shade I'd ever seen. My makeup was impeccable, pristine and commanding respect. Even with a red lipstick on, it made me look very much respectable and I loved the cherry bubble lipgloss she lined over the pale brown lipstick. My hair was combed up on a chignon bun, glimmering under the lights that lined my room walls. I looked so beautiful. So beautiful and when I stepped my feet into my ivory pumps, I knew I was here to rule tonight. All the nervousness escaped my body and was replaced by this intense feeling of confidence. I knew I was going to t