In front of me is a very surprised Anastasia that has been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Now my very first instinct is for my anger to burst lose and demand that she returns home. But yet, I have this curiosity that wishes to remain and see what she has gotten herself involved with.
Well, from where I am standing, it is rather…miraculous…
That is if I believe it is what I see.
So with two hesitant feet, I step forward and slowly come to a trembling stop next to her. For what seems like a long ten minutes, I stand and stare at this…thing…
I cannot make of what it truly is. If it is what I believe, then how can that even possibly be? But the biggest question is, "Anastasia, do you care to explain."
"Sebastian," she continues to insist, "You were not supposed to see this."
"Well, my dear, who is supposed to have seen THIS?"
