ANASTASIA’S POV

It has been three days since I was admitted to the hospital, and aside from the weakness, I was getting better. The constant beeping of the hospital machines had somewhat become familiar to me.

“Anna, are you listening to me?” My mother, who I had tuned out, called out to me.

“Of course, Mother,” I said, giving her a fake smile.

Before she could continue talking, the door to my room creaked open. I turned my head to see Nolan walk in with a bouquet of white lilies in his hand. The sight of him made my heart skip a beat, and I sat up eager to hug...