Anastasia jolted awake, causing Louis to cry with surprise. She looked around her, her brain trying to locate herself. Yes, she was in a taxi. She remembered now, Louis and Dorothea were taking her to a party in the Lounge. She had been sleeping on Louis' lap, short trip though it was, she felt
as if she had slept for hours. It's the freaking dream, she told herself. So many things happened in the dream. They are changing somehow. They are not just about Alexander, but about someone else as well. Who is he?
"Ana, sweetheart?" Dorothea's chocolate-brown eyes narrowed in concern. "Are you feeling alright?"
She gave a shake of her head, and felt Louis' arm coming around her shoulders. They felt reassuring somehow.
"Yes. I didn't sleep well last night, and I am completely busted today. Sor
