Chapter 108

• Anastasia's tray rattled as she spun on her heel, cheeks flushing crimson—not from shame, but fury barely leashed. The door slammed behind her.,
• Howard's eyes flicked to the dustbin, jaw ticking, then to the door. His sister's hurt cut deeper than Charlotte's barbs, "Anna," he growled low, striding after her, leaving Charlotte with a final, venomous glare.
• In the dimly lit hallway, crystal lamps casting long shadows, Anastasia leaned against the wall, shoulders heaving. Fake sobs bubbled up, soft and theatrical, tears glistening on her lashes as she buried her face in her hands.