Anastasia POV
Just like he promised the night before, he didn't spend the night with me, he spent it on the couch.
"So what is the order for the day?" I turn to Thelma while on the dining table.
She bit her lips, "Madame Greyson did not mention another event today" she saysp placing the tray of food in front of me.
I frown at the smell of the eggs, "Are these eggs bad?" you should really go grocery shopping" I turn my nose away
She frowns deeply but carries the plate away when the dining door pulls open and Dante makes an appearance in a suit still limping like the night before, I want to ask but I hold my tongue.
"I need to go to work today" I frown, "Will there be any event I should worry about?" I send him a side look.
He says nothing heading to the far end of the table to seat
