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S L A V E ~ 20

Yes, this is an update but please READ first. —>

A/N : I have had writers block for a while now, which is apart of the reason why i haven't updated. it also doesn't help that i am losing readers and I know it is because of my shitty updating - i've been lagging, I know.

But, as I read over the chapters, I realize that I have made very significant typos.
Justin's fiancé's name is ISABELLA PIERCE. I know I have been writing 'Elizabeth', I'm sorry, my mistake . Isabella's mothers name is Elizabeth (the Dukes wife). I apologize for the confusion.. just please keep that in mind - reading forward.
When I complete this story, I will go back and correct any and all typos before I start the Sequel to this book ( that is IF you guys want a sequel - depending on how this ends ). Speaking of which, I had originally wanted this chapter to be my last chapter but I don't think thats gonna work so I may have a few more chapters after this. PROBABLY only 4 more ... it could be less 🤷‍♀️.
Also, for those of you who read 'FLAWS' - a big thank you! I will update that story as soon as I am finished with this story.
Okay, so with that said .. on to the chapter .. :

Catalina

. . . I wrapped my arms around myself as the tears poured out my eyes uncontrollably. I could not believe the scenery in front of me, I could not believe my eyesight . . . was I dreaming? have I finally went insane?

I felt weak, my heart thumping in my chest as if it was ready to burst through at any moment now. I tried taking deep breaths, I tried calming myself . . . but no matter how hard I tried, it was all in vain — nothing worked, and I could feel myself go pale as I stared at what I had tried to convince myself was a ghost. But, by the time I felt hands come in contact with my skin, I knew this was real life .. I knew this was real and 'confused', was not the word to associate with my emotions. It was too small of a scale to possibly hold all the emotions that soared throughout my body at this moment. I should be happy – right? but why did a flinch every time she came near me . . .

Third Person

~ Earlier That Day

The next day had came all too quickly. It was an understatement to say Catalina dreaded the day she will have to endure.

There she stood, in her uniform looking neat and tidy as she would any other day, only this time, instead of allowing her perfectly thick and curly hair to fall loosely on her shoulders – she had it up, away from her face in a tight bun. With one look, Catalina was clearly the definition of beauty. . . all 5 feet and 2 inches of her was perfect in her own way. She is very unique, and no, it was not because she is half white — it was because of who she is as a person. It made her stand out like a sore thumb to any and everyone that entered the Royal Home. Undoubtedly, no one could deny her beauty in all her 'blackness', as they would refer to her as. Her features showed even more that her hair was no longer an obstacle to really see her. Her eyes even seemed brighter, glistening along with the light that emitted from the chandelier that hung from above. Everyone looked at her when she passed, there were whispers – among the guests, and even among the other slaves. She was special, no one knew exactly why, but it was of certainty. Catalina herself, was not prepared for the events about to unfold on this lovely evening, but she braced herself for whatever it may be because there was a feeling deep inside her that made her fear how unforgettable this masquerade ball would be .

"Catalina, dear" A familiar voice spoke, Catalina turned around, allowing her eyes to fall upon the woman that stood in front of her with a small smile and a glass of champagne in her hand. "Hello Ms. Delatore, how are you?" Catalina greeted, trying her best to put on a smile despite the sadness she felt inside. She had hoped to awake and feel nothing, but to her dismay, she awoke and felt everything as her emotions attacked her like a lion attacked its prey.