Catherine's POV
"Come back here!".
I froze before I could make it out of the door.
I slowly turned towards him, the towel which he was using on his hair now draped across his broad shoulder.
He looks like a work of art and the wide shoulders in front of me make it difficult to just hold a regular conversation.
"What brought you here?" He asked, walking out of the closet and I looked away from him.
"Why is he parading his body in front of me?"
"I was wondering why you said my face was everywhere on the internet when there was in fact nothing about me." I said blocking out the part of my mind that was going wild because of his naked torso.
"I took care of it". He said simply and my head whipped in his direction, forgetting that he was not still properly dressed.
"No one is allowed to publish any scandal about you. I made it clear to them". He explained simply and shrugged before disappearing totally into his closet.
He came back out less than three minutes later, dressed in night wear.
"Don't forget tomorrow". He reminded me and with that I was finally able to leave his room while my blood seems to have run hot.
"No distractions!" I shook my head rapidly.
The day had brightened long before I finally woke up, the knock on the door made me drag myself towards it with a groan.
Three maids filed in beside me, one after the other, each carrying a different box containing expensive stuff.
Two of them left and the one maid that I was getting used to stayed behind. She had said her name was Jane sometime back. I have not had situations where I used her name.
"Jane, what are these?" I asked, sleep still making it difficult for me to process everything.
"This is everything you need to prepare for the event you would be attending with Sir Dalkeith. He instructed us that you must look exceptionally beautiful and sexy". She explained with a shy smile at the word sexy.
"Sexy?" I muttered under my breath with a frown.
Other men would want their women to look beautiful, gorgeous and innocent but this one asked me to look sexy.
Inside one of the boxes was a long black dress and a high slit at the left side. Off shoulder cut at the neck gave a sexy feel like he said.
Did he get the dress with that in mind?
The other boxes contained shoes and a diamond encrusted clutch.
Everything screamed luxury and a far difference from any dress that I have worn in the past.
I didn't say a word of complaint, on the contrary I think he made a great choice with everything.
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The event time was getting closer and I took my time to get ready. Jane was in my room all afternoon.
She had straightened out the dress and helped me put it on.
It immediately hugged my body, sculpting my curves and making it too obvious.
This is definitely too much or am I over-thinking it?
My usually straight hair was straightened and curled and I loved the outcome of it as it framed my face and it drew attention to my face rather than my body. I was done looking every inch like a villain in someone's love story. And I love it. The good girl is gone, all that is left is a woman seeking vengeance.
It was time to leave and the driver gave a report to me that I was to go there alone.
Gerald had said he would join me.
I nodded and entered the car, it was one of the limited edition limousines.
I sank into the sleek leather and I was excited for the evening to begin.
I am eager to see the look on people's faces, one of the McLane daughters got married to a Ferdinando. And the second isn't doing bad either. I can already imagine the headline but I want something more than that.
I thought as the car navigated through the traffic as it made its way there.
We arrived and the sea of cameras made me nervous for a few seconds as the car stopped at the beginning of the red carpet.
"The annual business Summit and dinner party" was written on a big display board by the entrance where some are taking pictures.
My driver came down to open the car door for me, I put my hand in his and that was when everything exploded.
"Ahh, isn't that Catherine McLane?!" A reporter screamed and I cringed at the loudness of her voice but turned to smile at the cameras.
They were probably expecting me to hide my face and hurry off but I did the opposite.
Let the world see that Catherine, a former McLane, would not cry over some setbacks.
"How do you feel after your sister got married to Dane Ferdinando?" One of the reporters yelled and I turned to smile at her calmly before I replied.
"They are a perfect match, I was only a means to their love story". I replied and they were stunned for a few seconds. Probably not expecting me to respond to the question or openly talk about it.
I walked closer to the entrance but I was immediately blocked by the security.
"May I see your invitation card Miss McLane?" He asked, putting an arm in front of me.
I stopped to glare at him, would I have come here if I wasn't invited?.
I quickly sent a text message to Gerald for him to hurry up.
A gasp sounded from behind me suddenly and I turned slowly to see Anna and Dane walking towards me with hands linked and giving the air of love-birds.
"Do you need help sis?" She asked and turned a worried look at the security.
"Don't you know her? Even if she wasn't invited as a McLane she deserved to be here". She reprimanded as if to make it obvious that I wasn't invited instead of doing the opposite.
I rolled my eyes to the roof of my head at her poor attempt at acting kind.
"I'm sorry Mrs Ferdinando but entrance is strictly by invitation". He replied, and instead of walking inside after presenting their invitation card to the security, they blocked the way and we were beginning to have more and more people witnessing.
"Can she just walk out of my sight?"
"Oh no, sis can you see that I am trying to help—
"She is with me". A cold voice said suddenly and all heads turned to the direction of the voice, including mine.