ANASTASIA’S POV

The moment my eyes landed on her, I knew she was up to no good.

She sat with a smug smile, perfectly poised at the dining table, as if the damn place belonged to her. Her sleek dark hair cascaded over one shoulder, and her red lips curled at the edges as she looked at me with amusement dancing in her eyes.

I didn’t miss the way her dress was slightly adjusted in a way that drew attention to her exposed collarbone, or how her eyes flickered to Nolan with interest that was far from professional.

I shook my head subtly as a wicked grin grew on my...