Anastasia

03

It's been a day since I have last seen Romeo, since for the first time I had shown him my body and had sex with him. He was so intimate and tender with me, you'd think he was in love with me. But I do think I fell in love with him.

I wondered if he was coming back today. I planned today that I would explore the city on my own today and shop for some new clothes despite my lack of knowledge to read in English and ability to read directions. But I do have a good memory, so hopefully I will remember.

I wore this white ribbed knit dress with this brown jacket that reached below my knees and with these old worn out black flats. Those were my only pair of shoes and what I worn be to my own wedding. I made a note of buying new shoes with the card that Romeo had thrown at my face.

I grabbed the key that was on top of the draw in front of the door and I struggled to find the right key. Once I went through all the keys and had reached the last one which was the perfect one, I opened the door to see a blonde woman outside. I blinked because I didn't know who she was. Her cheeks were voluminous, her lips were full and her blue eyes just popped out. She was really pretty.

"Oh my god." She said once I opened the door I looked back to see if she was saying it to the paintings on the wall.

"Anastasia." She said and I looked at her in confusion and my eyes widened. It was Nicola. She hugged me and I hugged her back.

"Oh my god I must look so different than what I had looked at 17." She expressed inviting herself in and looking at the mirror on the walls and fixing her hair.

"I have not seen you in so long." She expressed. She wore jeans with a white ribbed top with a leather shearling jacket.

"That's because you moved out." I told her.

"Yeah but Dad always said you were on lockdown. I did visit a lot." She exclaimed.

"I actually missed you, you know! You look so different and mature. And so pretty. I knew you'd grow up to be even prettier." She's never called me pretty so I blushed. I think that's the first time ever I have been called pretty. Me and Nicola had an age difference of 6 years.

"How did you find me?" I asked curiously.

"Christian told me." I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, how would he know?

"Is that my old jacket and dress?" She asked she went around and checked the tag.

"God this jacket costs £7,000." She stated and I blinked.

"Where were you even going?" She asked me as she went through her bag and touched up on her lipliner.

"I wanted to look around." I told her.

"The city? What like shopping?" She said and I nodded my head.

"I was just about to go shopping. Do you want to come with me?" She asked me and I nodded my head.

"Wait." She said as she went and looked at the tag of my dress.

"Prada? Since when did I have this?" She said to herself.

"Oh god I heard you got married to Romeo Mariano. And I can't believe you got married before me. That's so crazy. I heard that he dug his fingernails into someone's eyeballs once. " Her body shivered. My eyes widened he dug his fingernails into my skin maybe next time it'll be my eyes.

"How is he? Do you think he's rude? He's so rude." My ears opened up and I was eager to know more.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"We'll talk about it in my car." She said as she exited from the front door and I locked the door before following her to her car.

"You know I had to climb over because I didn't know the code." I giggled as I looked at the huge gates.