Anastasia
Ana was lost in her memories and hadn’t realized that Claire was talking to her.
“Heelllloooo?!!!” Claire said, waving her hand close to Ana’s face.
“Anastasia Vance! Did you even remotely hear what I just said?” Claire questioned, worry and concern plastered in her eyes, though her mouth held a very fake smile that Ana could recognize in her sleep. Claire knew exactly what was going on inside Ana’s head. Her pale face and dampened eyes were a dead giveaway—something others might not pick up on. But Claire knew Ana like the back of her hand, and it went both ways. Ana knew Claire just as well. They could never hide their true emotions from each other; they understood what was happening without any words being exchanged.
Ana blinked, shaking herself out of the fog, and ga
