Lyvana felt her heart sink. Fiancé? Julian has a fiancée?
"I am sorry, Julian didn't mention he was engaged," she said.
The woman stepped further into the room, her eyes scanning the messy sheets with clear disgust.
"Julian doesn't feel the need to discuss his private arrangements with every passing whim he brings to his bed. I am Catalina Windsor. Our engagement was arranged by our families years ago."
Lyvana stood frozen. The love they had made earlier, felt like a dream that was suddenly turning into a nightmare.
"Are you so shameless," Catalina continued, stepping closer, "that you leave your own fiancé just to sleep with mine? And yes, I know who you are, Lyvana Montclair."
Lyvana's throat tightened.
"I didn't know he was engaged," she repeated softly. Her voice trembled as tears threatened to fall.
Catalina's lips curved into a thin smile.
"Oh, I'm sure you didn't," she replied smoothly. "Girls like you never do."
Lyvana felt the sting of that insult.
