Chapter 7 Open Hostility

• Catherine’s P.O.V
• I drew in a shaky breath, trying…begging myself to stay calm. She’s his mother, I repeated in my head like a prayer I didn’t believe in anymore. You have to be respectful. You have to try. But my cheek still burned from the slap she had already given me, the heat of it pulsing like humiliation under my skin. My pride was dented, my chest tight, and for a moment I wasn’t sure which stung more…the physical pain or the fact that I kept letting her treat me like I was something scraped off her shoe.
• Six years. Six years of me bending over backwards for the Dalton family…and this was the hospitality I get?