Anastasia POV
The next day is a Saturday and I finally feel free, no meetings or parties with Dante.
My dreams are bashed by my mom pushing my door open, "Dress up Anastasia we have to go flower shopping for the wedding" she instructs shutting the door close and walking away swinging her phone from ear to ear.
I almost want to throw a tantrum but I stop myself, finding a simple yellow dress and sandals, placing my blonde wavy hair in a rough bun, I don't bother with makeup and I head downstairs.
My mom is quick to lead me out of the house, "Maaaa breakfast" I whine turning to the car
"Should have thought about that, waking up by 10 am" she tuts sliding into the seat next to me and closing the door.
"Rupert, let's drop by a restaurant for breakfast first and then we go to the flower s
