CHASING FATE

CHAPTER TWO

Catherine's POV

After my conversation with my dad, I went straight to my room and sprawled on my bed. I couldn't get the thought of marriage and the loss of Valentine's Corp out of my head. I lay down, lost in thoughts.

The loud bang on my door brought me back to reality.

"Go away." I use the pillow to cover my face.

"Miss Valentine, it's dinner time." I heard April's voice through the closed doors

"I am not hungry." 

"Mr Valentine says it's a compulsory family dinner." She said,

"Fine. Give me 15 mins." I answered.

At the dinner table, the sound heard was that of our cutleries and plates. I noticed Steve trying to make eye contact with me from across the table, but I ignored him. He knows his sister too well to start a scene.

I smirk. "Since Mr. D'Montez wants your daughter, isn't it a good thing you have two daughters?" They abruptly stopped eating. Perfect, the attention I needed.

"Debbie is just 20 years old Cat, she is still in college and she is not ready for this." Steve responded.

"I am 25 years old Steve, neither am I ready for this fucked up shit."

"Language Cat, there is a kid at this table." Debbie spoke up.

I snapped, "Oh, shut up." We went straight into an argument.

Arguments like this are always bound to happen between Debbie and me;
right from the first day she stepped into this house, we never liked each other, or should I say, I never liked her.

Dad hit the table hard."Keep quiet."

"Come on Matthew, it's bedtime." June told him.

"Goodnight, Dad." Steve pecked him.
"Goodnight, son." After kissing each of us, June led him out of the room.

"Catherine." He spoke up a few seconds later, "You know that Debbie is still young, and he was specific about you." My dad added.

"Whatever." I muttered.

My dad cleared his throat and clenched his fist. "They are coming over on Sunday for dinner."

I wry, "Shocking!" I shook my head, dismayed. "Is there any other news you would like to inform me about?"

"The wedding is fixed for next weekend." He replied.

"Perfect!" I smile at him. "The bride has no say in her wedding plan." I stood up and then paused.

"Goodnight family, I have to go fix all your messes." I added before leaving.

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It was Sunday evening already, and I was still on my bed with my legs crossed, two bags of chips beside me while I drew on my sketchpad.

Painting is something I have been into since I was a kid. It takes me to a place of tranquility, especially when I am stressed or frustrated. When I am engrossed in painting, the outside world does not exist.

"You always do a great job each time you paint. " Steve's voice broke me out of my trance.

I looked up to see him leaning at my door, smiling. "How did you get in here?"

He walked towards me and sat at the edge of my bed. "Since you weren't answering, I knew you would be busy with painting, so I let myself in."

I smiled. "You know me too well Steve and it's kinda creepy."