I walk out of the shadows and into the light for the first time. Back into the world I once knew. I can see Pooka following behind me as a peer through the corner of my eye. He yawns. This is boring to him. I try not to laugh so instead I smile.
"My Anastasia!" Grandmama said as I took her hand.
In front of me, the lights were on me, the crowd bowing to me. I felt like the crown jewel of the ball.
Is this really happening? Am I really here? This is my home.
"If only Dimitri were here," I mumble to myself.
"Welcome one and all, I am very grateful that my granddaughter Anastasia can join me again and join us here today where she belongs," Grandmama said proudly with tears in her eyes.
"Oh, Grandmama." I exhaled as I embraced her. Then she gestured I tell something to the crowd.
As I turn, I see a familiar face....
It's Vlad. I smile.
Maybe Dimitri is behind him?
He frowns as if he knew what I was thinking. I know Vlad misses him, after all, they were partners.
I focus on the crowd once more. I smile at them.
"I am so glad to be here with you tonight. Thank you for coming. I can't wait to meet you all...again."
The crowd starts laughing along with me.
"Now let's dance! Continue the music."
The crowd applauds and begins to dance again.
I sit next to my Grandmama. I put Pooka on my lap. He seemed so sad.
"You miss Dimitri, don't you Pooka?" I whisper in his ear. His sad puppy eyes confirm that he did.
"Everything alright dear?" Grandmama asked.
"I don't know. Something is wrong with Pooka. He isn't himself." I replied.
I take Pooka with me behind the curtains. Hopefully, I can help him and myself to stop thinking about Dimitri.
Suddenly Pooka's ears perk up. He starts wagging his tail. I hear footsteps getting closer.
Could it be? Is it...?
*Dimitri!*
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What If?
FanfictionIt begins at the time when Anastasia is introduced back into her social class but has some doubts. What if Anastasia chose to stay in the world of royalty? What if she didn't elope with Dimitri? What if she was to be wed with a prince? What if Dimit...