Astra couldn't believe herself as badly as she wanted to, she couldn't. She dropped her bag on the coffee coloured table and ordered for an Americano expresso and a croissant with it. As the waitress took her leave after scribbling her order down, she began to wonder what honestly happened during the weekends, she knew she was completely out of it when she came to, the beautiful Versace still hung on her wall, adorned with all the sexiness that came with Versace and her purse still had wads of new notes. What was even funny was that Nicholas didn't call her or anything, if not for anything she would have...