There weren't many members of the media present.
But it didn't matter.
The moment the car stopped—and Catherine stepped into view—people reacted before they could even think.
Flashes went off.
And in those fractured bursts of light, Catherine looked like something unreal. Not merely beautiful. Not merely elegant.
She looked like a goddess wearing the patience of a queen.
Her deep forest-green double silk satin gown flowed as she moved, the fabric catching light with a muted, liquid sheen. It cinched her waist perfectly, sculpting her figure into a silhouette that defied easy classification—neither a severe column nor an extravagant ballroom sweep, but something exquisitely balanced between restraint and grandeur. Powerful. Intentional.
