Chapter 59
- ANASTASIA’S POV
- The sound of my tea cup clinking against the ceramic saucer echoed softly in the dining room as I set it down.
- I stirred my tea absent-mindedly, my mind replaying yesterday’s events—or rather, the absence of Nolan. He didn’t come home to change for the event he attended, and when he finally did return, it was well past two in the morning.