"I said… what do you mean?" Anastasia tightened her grip on Flora's arm as she attempted to leave the room.
"It is what it is," Flora responded with a mocking smirk.
"'It is what it is?' No! I can't accept that." Anastasia's voice trembled with confusion and anger. 'Does she know me?'
"Using your face to seduce someone's boyfriend…" Flora snapped her hand away. "I guess that's the real use of your pretty face, isn't it?" She rushed out of the room, leaving Anastasia stunned by the sharp accusation.
The moment the door closed, Anastasia stood frozen, staring at it. "Me? Seduce someone's boyfriend?" she muttered, disbelief coating her words. It was the first time she'd heard such an accusation. At first, when Flora mentioned taking something, she assumed it was about Flynn's company—but clearly, that wasn't it.
