Anastasia
For the first time since we started taping the special episodes, I felt somewhat excited to go on stage. The golden apple in my hands was shiny and reflected my smile back to me, a big difference from last time.
“How are you feeling?” Atticus asked before we got on set.
“A little nervous but overall, feeling pretty good. Unless you have another surprise twist planned that you haven’t told me about?” I said, only half-teasing.
“I’m never going to live that down, am I?”
“Nope, but I’ve forgiven you. Just don’t do it again.”
“I promise I won’t meddle in your love life any more. Beyond the regular best-friend privileges, I mean,” he said with a cheeky grin.
It was nice to see him smile, even if it was a little at my own expense. I couldn’t be too mad at him though, not when it
