Anastasia was still wearing black in mourning as a widow when she arrived in London. She had not started showing yet since her pregnancy was in its very early stages and she had expected her family to be waiting for her when she came from the ship but her father was nowhere to be found, but Ambrosia was there and so was a handsome young man who looked a lot like Patrick.
She came down from the ship with the help of one of the foreman and then walked in the direction where her sister was standing and she did not even bother with the niceties and went and hugged her without thinking twice.
“My goodness, Ambrose, you are simply looking stunning,” said Anastasia as she kissed her sister on both the cheeks.
“I am so happy that you are back home, Ana. I have missed you so much. I know you ar
