Dante POV
"You know what I'm talking about don't act like you don't" she spits out turning her head away and tucking herself into the bed.
"Anastasia" I call out her name, barely a whisper
"I do not want to speak about this anymore with you Dante, goodnight" she stretch her hand turning off the lamp.
I turn it back on "No you have to explain what you meant by that, you are accusing me of something, I know nothing about"
She groans, sinking deeper into the mattress and ignoring me.
I'm left confused as I head to bed.
The next morning is just as worse as she disappears quickly before I can wake up and usually I'm the one who does that.
"Sir, Don't forget the auction in a few days," Thelma says next to me as she serves me breakfast.
"Who has been planning this auction? My mother? Tel
