Anastasia POV
"How about we leave the flower picking to you and my mom," I say in the silent room, "I mean you are the expert" I send her a smile hoping to crack her Cold Demure.
She turns to me with an angry and intimidating stare directed straight at me which makes me shake in my shoes, "if you are going to be the future Mrs Greyson and retire me, flowers are something you need to know at the palm of your hands" she almost screams "I knew you were lazy but not to the extent of asking me to pick out your wedding flowers"
"I mean how is she going to plan all the charity balls and events for the family?" she laughs with the attendant "I mean your hillbilly mom should have taught you better" she laughs again
I watch my mom's eyes cover with a sheen of tears, her head shining with sweat e
