Page 24 of Anastasia

It didn’t seem to last long as the door opened up and a woman walked in. It was the same blonde-haired woman I had seen that one night when Mr. Romano had requested me to join him for a meeting. She smiled kindly at me before beckoning me to follow her.

“Can’t I just stay in here?” I groaned.

Her features fell slightly, along with her shoulders. I noticed the way her smile was still there, but there was desperation in her eyes.

“Mr. Romano ordered me to get you something to eat. Please, come with me,” she requested.

“I’m not hungry,” I grumbled childishly before throwing off the blanket. I then bent down and picked up my shoes,sliding them onto my feet. “I’ll just leave.”

“You can leave, but maybe after breakfast. Mr. Romano was very adamant about you coming to eat,” she claimed calmly, but I caught the plea in her voice.

Letting out a sigh, I nodded my head and stood up.

We walked down the long, wide hallway up until we made it to the big kitchen. I noticed how she was already preparing something to eat on the steel stove.

“Mr. Romano mentioned you were Australian, so I wanted to make you something that could help remind you of home,” she explained before sitting a plate right in front of me. The plate was filled with perfectly seasoned eggs, bacon, buttered brown toast, and a side of fruit.

“Thank you, but in Australia, all I’ve ever eaten was cereal, bread, and milk.” I chuckled quietly. Based on the look she gave me, I could tell that it wasn’t exactly the most graceful thing to say.

“Oh, no, the food looks amazing,” I added, grinning.

She sent me a kind smile before beginning to clean up her mess. I almost moaned out loud from how good the food tasted. She was an amazing cook.

“It’s rude of me not to know the name of the person who went out of their way to cook such a great meal for me.” I smiled. I was beginning to sound like my little sister. It was quite ironic how much she seemed to rub off on me even though she was gone. The thought quickly made my smile peel off my face.

“My name is Sarah. I’m the official cook of the residence. Anytime you need me to make anything, I’ll always be right here,” she informed me.

My eyebrows pulled together as I took another bite of the delicious food. “So, you’re telling me that you’ll always be right here? Do you ever go to the restroom or to sleep?”

She laughed a little before shaking her head back and forth. “I do sleep. I’m on duty seven hours a day. Mr. Rossi or Mr. Romano are rarely here, so I often have very long breaks,” she explained.

“What are the brothers like?” I questioned.

She opened her mouth to speak, but then her eyes trained in on something behind me. I quickly turned around and caught the sight of a particular tattooed man. When I saw an angel on the man’s neck, I knew exactly who it was, Mr. Rossi. His eyes were narrowed as he looked at me.

“Valentino,since when do we allow your whores in the house?” Mr. Rossi growled in Italian before turning around and facing Mr. Romano, who had just entered the room. Valentino’s gaze traveled over to me before turning cold to look at his brother.

“Mind your business.” Valentino chuckled darkly. My brows furrowed as I tried to figure out what they were talking about.

I could see the glint of mischief in Valentino’s eyes as he looked over at his brother. Mr. Rossi spared me one last glance before going up the stairs, leaving me with only Sarah and Mr. Romano.

Deciding to let go of my confusion, I got up and walked over to Mr. Romano. Embarrassment was picking at my actions as I thought about what I did last night.

“Thank you for everything,” I muttered, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

After a long while of Valentino saying absolutely nothing, I cleared my throat. “I’m going to go back to the room and freshen up, if that’s okay,” I muttered.

He didn’t say anything, he just turned on his heel and walked away. Letting out a sigh, I ran my hand through my hair and headed back to the room.

When I walked into the guest bedroom that I occupied last night, I roamed around and opened one of the doors only to find an elegant bathroom. I stepped in and noticed the clothing on top of the counter, along with a new toothbrush and toothpaste.

Turning on the shower, I disrobed and stepped right in.

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After my shower,I wrapped myself in a towel. Walking over to my reflection, I used my hand to push away some of the water droplets from the mirror. I tried to smile. It shouldn’t hurt to smile, but it did.

“Nana, you know what makes me happy?” Alex asked with a smile playing on her lips. She was lying down on her bed while I was across the room on mine. I turned over to look at her and saw that she was already gawking at me.

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