Katelyn’s POV

I don’t know who invited Ethan, but he actually showed up.

The Donald house was never quiet, but tonight it was even busier than usual.

Servants moved back and forth carrying trays of drinks, laughter echoed down the highceilinged halls, and the smell of fresh bread drifted from the kitchen.

My parents were always throwing parties now, but this wasn’t even a party, just a regular family dinner, if you could call anything in a house this size “regular.”

I saw Ethan in ...