Chapter 112

• The guards made no move to stop her or inquire about her identity as she strode through the large doors of Casa Vincenzo. Upon stepping into the foyer, she suddenly felt out of place.
• Guests mingled, their filled glasses in hand, and she sensed their curious glances upon her as she entered. It was evident there was a special occasion, yet she was hardly dressed for such an event.
• Anastasia grasped the envelope tightly, feeling it crinkle in her hand as she instinctively took a step back, anxiety rising within her. She had reassured herself that it didn't matter if he reacted with anger again or told her to get the hell out of his life. He had to understand the importance of what she was holding.