After Catherine left, Lucca stomped her foot in fury, cursing viciously.
She had originally come to mock Catherine for choosing a man with such a disgraceful past as Bert. She never expected Catherine to turn the tables on her—that calmly, that simply—making anger rise in Lucca's chest like a fire climbing up dry wood.
All her life, she had never once won against Catherine. Not even after stealing Catherine's boyfriend Gerald. Not even after becoming Channing's legitimate daughter. Standing before Catherine, she still felt no sense of victory.
Lucca stood before the sink, staring at her twisted, furious reflection in the mirror, mind racing with ways to strip Catherine of everything. Two years ago, she had used a particularly vicious trick to ruin Catherine's reputation. Catherine had been disgraced—but somehow, she still hadn't fallen. In Lucca's eyes, Catherine should be living miserably, with grief etched across her face. Only then would Lucca feel satisfied.
