Anastasia’s POV
I looked at the outside of the car. We’re now in a Marina and surrounded by large yachts.
I haven’t seen a yacht before and that is awesome.
“Shall we?” Lewis asked as he motioned his hand to the bridge to cross a very elegant-looking yacht. It had a combination of white and gold outlines with an Evans carved in bright gold on it. It really looks expensive.
I nodded and took his hand. As I stepped on the yacht,
“Congratulates Ana!” Dylan and Aly screamed as they bombed confetti on me.
Chuckles could be heard all over the yacht. It’s only the four of us and the driver of the yacht.
“Ana, I thought you'd not show up,” Dylan affirmed.
“Of course, I will.” I smiled at them.
“You’re really incredible. How could you live like that? I mean you’re overworking yourself
