Anastasia POV
A car is sent by Dante to pick me up and I'm led into the restaurant, the lights are dim and there's no one but the waiters in the restaurant.
This immediately makes me halt in my steps, "what is this man planning?"
"Nothing out of the normal for a couple about to wed" his voice filters through the room, walking towards me
"I just wanted to talk, there's no need to pretend to like me Mr Greyson" I reply folding my hands across my chest.
"Then let's talk." His hands cup my waist pulling me towards the table, a single rose flower on the table.
"You know, I don't like roses." I pick up the rose, taking a seat opposite him, "Maybe Grace liked them," I say my voice filled with a hint of jealousy.
His lips lift in a smirk, "Tell me what you like Anastasia, and I'll hand it t
