ANASTASIA'S POV
One simple mistake. Maybe two. Okay, maybe five—but who’s counting?
It was still a mistake.
And Jace?
Jace threw me to the curbs like last season’s Birkin.
And the most unbearable part?
It was with her.
A low-class, no-name, uncultured girl who probably thought caviar was just salty pudding.
If it had been someone in our circle—a socialite, a media heiress, hell, even a politician’s daughter—I might have accepted it with a shot of vodka and a trip to Bali. But this?
Unacceptable.
I’d been trying, trying so hard to win him back.
I even humored his insufferable mother, who I’m convinced was built entirely out of pearls, Botox, and passive-aggression.
But it seems even Mrs. Salvador—Queen Iceberg herself—had lost her grip around Jace’s neck.
At first, I thought th
