= Ryan POV =
I woke up the next day with the worst hangover. I didn't want to go to work and did not want to talk to anyone.
I stayed wrapped up in my blankets and decided to text my housekeepers to see if one of them was free to bring me food.
"Sure, we'll have someone send over your breakfast immediately," Elizabeth texted almost immediately.
I replied, "Thanks," and lay back into my pillows, reflecting on my life up until this point. I had many regrets, and last night was a big one.
The door opened about ten minutes later, and the familiar silver trolley rolled in through the door. However, an even more familiar face appeared, pushing the trolley, a big bright smile plastered over her face.
I sat up in fear. I had only seen Anna this mad twice. Once, I poured red wine on one of her contour gowns, and the other time, I accidentally let it slip that she had gone out with a boy when she had told me to keep my trap shut.
Each time she had had a big smile plastered to her face, but the slight twitch in the corner of her eyebrow belied her genuine emotions.
"Good morning, Ryan. I think we have a lot to discuss," Anna said as she kicked the door closed behind her. As she turned, all traces of a smile vanished, and she scowled at me fiercely.
Shit. I was dead.