Anastasia's POV
The next dinner at the Hart mansion felt different and I could not shake the feeling that something bad was about to happen. Grandma Eleanor kept looking at Leon and me with this hopeful expression that made guilt twist in my stomach like a knife. Every time our eyes met across the table, I had to look away because I couldn't stand the genuine warmth I saw there.
We were halfway through the main course when she put down her fork with a soft clink against the china and smiled at us. The smile was bright and excited and it made my chest tighten with worry. "I've been thinking about something all week and I can't keep it to myself any longer."
Leon tensed beside me. I could feel his body go rigid in the chair next to mine. "What is it, Grandmother?"
"Wedding plans!" Eleano
