9
Katherine
The sound of the elevator dinging open woke me the next morning. Camden had never come home last night. He’d stayed out all night with Fiona. Merry f*****g Christmas to me.
I pulled the pillow over my face and screamed into it. Not until I was completely exhausted did I toss it aside and slip out of bed. I couldn’t even handle him right now. I trudged through the bedroom, stripping as I went, and then stepped into the shower.
We had to be at the airport in a matter of hours. I needed to find a way to look f*****g presentable. I had to be Katherine Van Pelt today. The cool ice princess of the Upper East Side who never let a goddamn thing bother her. Not the pathetic girl who had stayed up way too late, waiting for her husband to come home.
“Katherine!” Camden called up the
