Anastasia pov
"Anastasia, Anastasia wake up darling" - I hear the soft voice of my mother over me, as I slowly get on my senses.
"Lana?" - my lips are dry and my heart is so heavy
My daughter was so close to me during all these time. She was here, under my roof, under my wing. And she has suffered so much. I send her to the basement leaving her there alone in the dark and in cold, I humiliated her, I said horrible things to her, I gave impossible tasks just to punish her more, I even asked Massimo to punish her....
My baby, my child, my poor angel
What have I done? What kind of mother am I? How could I not recognized her?
My heart always felt the attachment with her, but I was so blind. Not just physically blind, my mind and my soul were blind also.
I was so cruel, she never said
