⚠ To be rewritten.
~BOOK 1 IN THE ROSSETT TRILOGY~
The moment Theo Lycaris first laid eyes on Anastasia, he fell for her . . . hard. But little did he know where his love for her would lead him.
Anastasia Rossett had one motive for coming back to Ma...
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(Theo's P.O.V.)
Ping!
I finished buttoning up my shirt just before my phone lit up. I picked it up, unable to contain my smile when I saw that it was a text from Anastasia. We had been texting back and forth all week, mainly because we couldn't meet as something came up and she had to go back to Italy.
Anastasia: Hey! I'm back home. I'll see you tomorrow.
Me: At the café? 8 pm?
Anastasia: Um . . . how about the library? It's closer to your workplace and yeah 8 works.
I frowned. I wanted to ask why not the café but then I remembered Anastasia's words from last week.
"You ask so many questions Theo, it almost feels like you're interrogating me," she had teased.
It was true, I did ask her a lot of questions. In my defense, however, as much as I liked her, there was also this nagging suspicion that she hid so much about herself. Still, despite my doubts, I let it go. I didn't ask her why. It was better to leave it at that.
Ashton had been so distant ever since the ball, the first few times I tried talking about Anastasia he had gotten so pissed. I knew it wasn't something as petty as jealousy, I knew Ashton well enough to know that. If by any chance, he did like her, he would have told me about it. Ashton wasn't the type to shut his mouth and curse in silence, he was more like 'joke about it until it no longer affects you' type.
Maybe I would've listened to his sour mood, reserved specially for Anastasia, or well, anyone from that masquerade, if he would just tell me what the deal was. I needed to know, I couldn't handle not knowing. Ashton knew better than to keep something from me and yet here he was, hiding stuff.
That was another thing that was making me lose my temper around him. We never kept secrets. A part of me wanted to understand that if he had chosen to keep quiet, there must've been a good reason behind it and that I should be patient. But the other part of me was so mad at him for acting this childishly and closed up.
Above all of that, he wasn't the only one acting weird. Liam was on another level of secrecy. Anytime me or Ivory tried asking him something, he would just glare at Ashton and avoid answering all together. It was like he knew what was up with Ashton and it pissed me off even more. Ashton could tell him but not me?
I didn't understand why I couldn't just let it go or give them time like Ivory. She wasn't giving a single fuck. The thing about Ivory was that she wasn't insensitive but she wasn't particularly interested in letting others affect her either.
