Novel & Cerita Kate Marsh

The day flew by, and soon it was time for Kate to meet Austin. She straightened out her dress, a long-sleeved white and pink floral number that finished at her mid-thigh, and flipped her wavy hair over her shoulders. She slid on her heels and touched up her makeup as she awaited Austin’s arrival. A moment later, a soft knock rapped on the door. Kate swung it open and enjoyed the darkening of Austin’s sapphire eyes as they raked over her figure.

He looked lethal. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. "Stop looking at me like that, Feisty." "Like what?" I breathed, my voice trembling. He leaned in, his mouth brushing the shell of my ear. "Like you want to make me forget there are five hundred people in this room." Before I could process the heat in his words, the speakers crackled. Kate was on the stage, radiant in a cream silk dress, holding the microphone like it was a scepter. Shawn stood beside her, looking smug.

Kath stared at her reflection in the mirror. Today was her sister’s happiest day. The red gown clung beautifully, fitting perfectly to her curves so unlike her usual self. Her hair, which was normally tied into two braids, now flowed loosely down to her waist. Was today the beginning of her own destruction? No, this was only the engagement. It was still too early for things to fall apart not yet the wedding. Kath smiled bitterly. The mascara on her lashes had slightly smudged. She stood and began to wander aimlessly, until her ears accidentally caught someone’s conversation. She stopped right in front of Keona’s room.

Everything was exactly as discussed. We didn't talk about it much after that. It was done and it worked and we moved on. August also brought an unexpected visitor. I was closing the gallery on a Thursday evening when a woman appeared at the door just as I was locking it. Late fifties, well dressed without being flashy, familiar in a way I couldn't immediately place. She said, "Elara. I don't know if you remember me. I'm Catherine Marsh. I was Victoria's friend." I remembered her. She'd attended several Cross family events, always peripheral, always watching more than participating.

Marshall immediately rushed to Catherine's side, asking, "Catherine, are you okay?" "I'm fine," Catherine responded calmly. Having confirmed that Catherine was indeed unharmed, Marshall breathed a sigh of relief. "Glad to hear it." "Catherine, who is this gentleman?" Richard's words drew the attention of many. Catherine calmly introduced Marshall to them. "My mentor, Professor Marshall Hartley!" Having heard of Marshall before, Richard smiled and greeted him with a somewhat awkward accent, "Oh, Professor Hartley, nice to meet you!" Having participated in the previous Bide Cup competition, Marshall knew that Richard was the chairman of the competition, so he warmly responded, "Mr. Goodman, ni

- I backed my reason for attending in a calm voice. Rachel's tensed brows relaxed a bit, "So what do you actually intend to do. Dive into the wolves den unprepared?!" "Yeah, do you even have a plan?" - Marceline leaned in close, her voice slightly high pitched. "Not really." - I raised my brows, shrugging my shoulders nonchalantly. "What?!!!!." - Rachel and Marceline leaned in together, exclaiming loudly and at the same pace. "You accepted her invitation without an ace up your sleeves, Selene you've got to be kidding me!!!" - Rachel groaned deeply before relapsing into her seat.

Jason asks. I notice Zeke’s fingers have resumed twitching. “Not anything particularly useful,” Zeke says with a resigned shrug. “Just that they call themselves the Marching Tides, are currently being led in Nick’s absence by someone only known as ‘Rick’, and that they have a vendetta to reveal T.H.E.M.’s sordid history to the world. My contacts in Salt Lake do not want that information to come to light, so I trust they gave me all the information they had to give.”

Lucky bastard. That evening, I’d sat down at my usual table, nursing a beer, when I’d seen Kate enter the pub. I’d met Liam and Mari earlier that day, but I’d yet to meet the rest of the wedding party. It hadn’t occurred to me that Kate was Mari’s sister when I’d seen her. She didn’t look much like her: where Mari was red-haired and tall, but Kate was dark-haired and average height. Kate came inside the pub, laughing at something on her phone, her hair in a braided bun on top of her head. She cooed at a patron’s dog that sat at his feet and stopped to have a conversation with Barry.