Four days later;
Evelyn was startled when she saw Anastasia at her door. Her hand flew to her chest, and a sharp gasp left her lips. She almost had a heart attack.
"What are you doing here?" She questioned as if Anastasia wasn't supposed to be standing before her.
Anastasia smiled warmly. "I just want to say hi before I leave,"
Evelyn's face paled. "How long have you been here?" She looked behind Anastasia suspiciously.
From what she remembers, Anastasia lost her memory. How in heaven's name was she able to come into the house, and walk around freely?
Anastasia's smile grew wider, her eyes glinting with a knowing spark. "Oh, I've been here for so long. Am I no longer welcome here?" She questioned softly.
She took a step closer, her voice dripping with sweetness. "I even went into my father's study. I've missed that place so much," she stretched her neck as if attempting to peek into the room.
