Catherine's POV
For the rest of the morning, I stayed in my room and refused to step out even though I knew my stomach was growling. Even though Julian mentioned he was stepping out, I was skeptical and didn't want to risk seeing him.
I couldn't hold it anymore, so I eventually dragged myself out of bed, pulled on an oversized t-shirt and shorts, and padded downstairs slowly, trying to prepare my calm, indifferent and unbothered expression.
I walked into the kitchen, grabbed a plate, and opened the refrigerator to take out the leftover pancakes from yesterday but when I closed the fridge, my eyes widened in shock at who I saw.
Right there in front of me, standing like she was a member of the family, was Sasha.
Her lips curled into a small, satisfied smile, and she lifted her hand in a lazy wave. "Morning, sweetheart."
I froze so hard my pulse had to remind me to breathe. What the hell? Why was SHE here?
"Sasha?"
"What… what are you doing here?"
