Anastasia’s POV
The calming cool wind embraces me as I watch the city lights here in Paris whiles sipping on the red wine. Tomorrow is the fashion show, and I’m not sure if I am mentally ready to face the world. If I am not mistaken it will be broadcast internationally.
“Why are you here alone Anastasia?” I was taken aback when Grandma’s voice echoed in the silence of the night.
I turn my back to face her and smiled.
“The fashion show is tomorrow Grandma, I don’t think I can do it,” I uttered and glance back at the city lights.
I felt her presence beside me and embraced her arms on my waist.
“Your physical appearance changed a lot, but you’re still my granddaughter.”
“Who’s afraid to face the society.”
“I know you got a trauma, you were a victim of bullying due to your physical app
