Anastasia’s POV
I’m doomed.
“Why have you silenced Anastasia? Aren’t you happy that you’ll finally meet him again?” Aunt Marca teased.
I look at her frowning.
“Oh, why?” She asked looking innocent like she didn’t say anything.
I rolled my eyes at her and look at Grandma.
I heaved a deep sigh.
“I saw him the night of the fashion show,” I mentioned.
Their eyes widened now.
“What? you saw Lewis? Did he see you?” Dylan continously asked.
“Yeah I think so, our gazed met,” I replied.
“But I acted like I didn’t see him.” I immediately added.
“Oh c’mon my niece don’t be a hypocrite, you know that he’ll recognize you even without glasses. You should’ve waved your hand at him.” Aunt Marca commented and flashed a wide grin at me.
I just rolled my eyes.
“You always keep teasing me, Aunt.
