Anastasia POV
"Anastasia, so good to see you here" her high-pitched voice fills the room.
I roll my eyes at her turning back to my mom, "Who are you? Isn't she the lady from the auction?" my mom turns to me with a raised brow, annoyance clearly on her face after remembering that night.
"Grace, what do you want?" I raise a brow at her, not bothering to stand up to address her.
"I was just checking up on you," she giggles her fingers covering her red lips slightly, "I heard about your little disappearing act" She laughs loudly this time around, like she knows something that I don't know.
"I don't think I owe you an explanation Grace, now run along to whatever you do apart from from Stalking me" I roll my eyes turning back to my mom and acting like she doesn't exist, I catch the look of
