Anastasia POV
I punch in more numbers in my calculator. I had spent the entire weekend with Bianca, she didn't ask me what was wrong and I was not willing to talk about Grace anymore with anyone so I ignored the photos, the threat, everything.
We went out the entire weekend, partying till the very next day, my guards were probably tired of me, I knew they reported everything I did back to Dante, so I had as much fun as I could.
I wanted him to see I could be happy without him. I came home a few hours ago and our home almost seems foreign, renovations had started and the building was filled with construction workers, so the guards around me had doubled. Thankfully Dante is not home so I immediately sink myself into work hiding myself in my office.
I still didn't want to see him, I didn'
