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"Smile."
Those were Molly Deveraux's words as she leaned in close next to Katherine, beaming for the camera. Katherine wasn't in the mood to smile, she wasn't in the mood to be happy. She was in the mood to break every expensive item around her to get the tumultuous storm inside her body out. The havoc it wrecked in her chest - beating wildly against her ribcage - made her grimace at first, before she tried for a faint smile that made all the paparazzi frantic for a picture, snapping white into her vision and blinding her with a hunger. A hunger both paparazzi and wolves had as they bayed for her flesh and pain.
And Katherine would let them feast on her bones if her mind didn't haunt her with her mother's words. Stewy was best friends with Kendall Roy, which was where Marienne's sudden hostility came from. Though it was incredibly irrational. There wasn't a world where Katherine would willingly stare at the Roys' ferret faces unless she got a fucking miracle something out of it, much less interact with them.
Katherine remembered the last time she saw the Roys; the last time she saw her father alive and somewhat well. The flashing white in her eyes threatened to seize her, force her to relieve that memory. Dressed in a pink dress and a ribbon in her hair, a tween Katherine found herself frowning at a boy somewhat her age, at the front garden of his family's vacation home. He was pale, a stark contrast to his oily black hair slicked back, with a few strands of hair breaking free from its gel mould. A polo shirt and parachute shorts fitted his small frame. But that wasn't what made her frown, what unsettled her. It was the shark's grin that lifted his pale pink lips, creasing his beady brown eyes.
Little Roman Roy had something to show her.
She could remember clutching her mother's leg, weeping into the soft fabric of her dress as she heard her father's dead body being carted in a stretcher, away from the Roy's Sicily vacation mansion. That marked the end of her idyllic childhood, and the beginning of something much colder and darker. Summer was gone, and the permanent Winter set in, frost creeping its way into her heart.
Katherine forced herself to bring her attention back to reality. She glanced over at Molly, watching the woman toss her blonde hair back and dazzle the cameras. Molly was her friend since they were toddlers. Sandbox love, and all that. Hell, Molly was probably her only true friend. Molly's heart was a gentle hearth that Katherine would sit next to and let herself be warmed up by, inhaling her soft vanilla scent.
