Anastasia walked back to her room and slammed the door. She fell on the bed and placed her hand on her chest and wonder why her plans always seems to go the wrong way. It took her all her self courage and the hatred she had for him to pull up that stunt but why was she feeling guilty? Her heart was beating so fast. Although she had been a little nasty towards Vincenzo, she never knew she would be able to say such a thing to Vincenzo like that.

“I can't believe I just said that to him. Am I becoming someone else because of my hatred for him?...