“He who knows how to flatter also knows how to slander.”
Napoleon Bonaparte.
Anastasia’s POV
I lie in bed, staring at the ceiling as the events of the morning replay in my mind. My uncle's menacing face, his threatening words... I shudder, feeling a chill run down my spine.
But then again it's not just the encounter with my uncle that's keeping me awake. I keep thinking about what happened with Antonio last night. The way he looked at me, the way he belittled me and made me feel like nothing ... I feel a wave of nausea wash over me.
I toss and turn, unable to shake off the feeling of unease. Finally, I throw off the covers and get out of bed. I need to clear my head, to distract myself from the thoughts that are messing with my mind.
I head to the bathroom to freshen up. As I splash
