Anna's POV
I lay on my bed with a cooling face mask plastered over my skin, watching as Catherine's wide eyed face filled my phone screen.
"I can't believe it," she gasped, shaking her head in disbelief. "Uncle Marcus actually defended you? And Aunt Elizabeth didn't give you a full-blown lecture on propriety?"
I couldn't suppress a small smile. "What can I say? Maybe your uncle isn't as severe as you all think."
Catherine snorted. "Oh, please. You have no idea. Last time I went clubbing, he cut off my pocket money and said I was tarnishing the family name. The double standard is insane."
"Maybe he just has better judgment than you give him credit for," I teased, adjusting my pillow so the mask didn't slip. "He probably knew I was just keeping an eye on you. Making sure you didn't get into too much trouble."
Catherine raised an eyebrow. "You? The girl in the black dress with the thigh high slit?"
I rolled my eyes. "Supervising in style."
