She looked at herself in the mirror and saw her neatly brushed hair tumble down her back in beautiful blonde curls cascading like a waterfall. She was confident in her looks and knew how men perceived her. She was beautiful but one thing stumped this beauty.
How could Alex not love her? After all she had done for him, how could he be so unfair and look at someone else with such emotion in his eyes. It was natural she was jealous but she never confronted him about it. Although she loved him, she knew he could never be hers even if the marriage certificate will tell her she won. His heart will always belong to Isabelle.
"Princess Anastasia, your father is waiting for you in your room," one of the maid called out. Annie found her name was Irene. A plain looking servant who was more or less
