ANASTASIA’S POV

I watched as Nolan walked off with his friend trailing behind him. His words, "Fix it. I don’t need my day getting worse than it already is," were still echoing in my head. Who did he think he was to talk to her like that?

I yanked the band from my hair so it cascaded down my shoulders. I ran my hands through the strands and made sure they covered my neck "Satisfied?" I muttered to myself, imagining Nolan's smug face. I straightened my posture and made my way to the living room.

Walking into the living room for the first time, it had high ceilings and tasteful...