CHAPTER FOURTEEN: IT COULD BE YOU

Catherine’s POV

After another unbelievably deafening quiet breakfast and Alexander’s usual vanishing. I took to the poolside; stretched out in my orange swim suit on one of the blue Chaise lounges lined up, reading one of the novels I had snuck into my bag after Lydia Kent re-arranged my things over a hundred times.

You don’t need these things Catherine, you are going to be a wife now, it’s time to grow up—she said. Thank God I didn’t believe her.

I had been taught that a woman’s desire for sex was to be controlled and managed to a reasonable extent so her suitors don’t think her to be lose. Growing up to see how women had been taught to restrain their desires and shamed for exposing them, even in marriage always made me feel different about myself. I couldn’t recall Lydia Kent start up any fire or exchange any romantic gestures with Dominic Kent.

I often judged myself for my desire for the wild and dangerous. Sometimes I was even ashamed—a good Kent daughter, a good girl sho