Anastasia fixed her fur coat over her shoulder and scanned the event party. The evening has been lively, with so many higher-ups getting friendly among themselves.
She recognized some last names to be friends with her father once upon a time. A few of them looked her way a couple of times, but she failed to give them the acknowledgment of knowing them.
Anastasia fixed her eyes on Jamie. She studied every family he was associated with. Her suspicion of him was still strong, and she studied the air for any conspiracy.
She watched as Jamie walked towards her, hand in hand with an older woman. On a closer look, Anastasia recognized the woman to be the same person who asked her to take pictures of her the first time she met Jamie.
"Anastasia," the woman drew Anastasia's attention, before reaching her.
