Chapter 32 Whispers Of Betrayal

• Catherine’s P.O.V
• I was running a little behind of schedule after finishing my shopping, juggling bags in both hands as I got out of the car and handed my keys to the valet. By the time I managed to get past the double doors, the sun was already dipping low, painting the hallway in long shadows. A maid appeared almost immediately, taking the bags from my arms with a polite smile.
• “Mrs. Catherine, let me arrange these for you,” she said, her hands steady as she took the weight off me.