Anna's POV
Morning sunlight streamed through the windows as I sipped my breakfast tea, Catherine's animated face filling my phone screen. Her enthusiasm for my budding relationship with Marcus had been relentless since the scandal at George's secret mansion.
"You're awfully invested in this," I teased, setting down my cup. "Hoping for an extra wedding gift or something?"
Catherine rolled her eyes dramatically.
"Mary's practically foaming at the mouth over you two. I just want to see you married immediately so she can choke on her own bile." Her gleeful expression made it clear this wasn't entirely a joke.
After ending the call, I caught Elizabeth and Margaret exchanging meaningful glances across the table.
"Poor Catherine," Elizabeth sighed, absently stirring her tea. "Did you know she was once inseparable from that boyfriend of hers? If Mary hadn't interfered, Catherine might be married with children by now."
