88 Cathy's ambition

Cathy's POV

"Hurry up, mom!" I grabbed my gown's train and dashed into the car. "We're gonna be late!"

"Coming!" Mom's voice preceded her swift exit from the villa's foyer. She hurried towards the car, adjusting her wig as she went. "Stop nagging me!"

I rolled my eyes. "But we're running late!"

Breathless, Mom settled into the backseat, but before she could buckle up, the car surged forward impatiently.

The force made Mom collide with the front passenger seat with a thud. Her carefully coiffed hair tumbled, looking slightly disheveled.

"Damn it!" Rachel immediately cursed at the driver. "Are you blind? Didn't you see I was just getting in?"

"Sorry, Luna." The driver didn't seem fazed by Mom's anger, his apology sounding rather casual.

"Alpha ordered an immediate departure. In fact, we're already half an hour behind schedule."