If there was one thing she hated, it was lies. And Joseph... well, he had told a rather big one, hadn't he?
She stalked off down the street, cobblestones now slick with the recent rain. She muttered under her breath how she hated Joe and she hated thi
(more)s country and how she wished she was back at home, nuzzling her cat by the fireplace.
In her anger, she passed the now-empty theatre without another thought, not stopping even when she heard someone call what sounded like her name.
You couldn't blame Kat for this. After all, she couldn't know what we now do: that the man who called her name, whose voice echoed in the still night, would be her destiny.
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