Catherine's POV
"He did what?" Kiera's voice crackled through the phone, sharp enough to cut.
"He's given up, Kiera. He has decided to let his dad control him," I whispered, sitting on the floor of my walk-in closet, still drying the tears off my eyes. "He told me Richard won. He's going to the Gala with Lucy. He's going to apologize to her in front of everyone."
A round of newly fresh tears flowed down my eyes as I told her everything.
"You need to listen to me," Kiera said, her tone shifting from shock to cold fury. "Stop fucking crying. That dude doesn't deserve a queen like you. If a man is willing to give up on his own dignity and on a woman like you just because his daddy barked at him, then he isn't worth another second of your time. Let him be a lapdog."
