Ashton Woods
Anastasia stepped into the room, immediately noticing its spaciousness. Being on the top floor, she figured it had to be either a penthouse or a VVIP suite. As she was slowly led towards the living room, her gaze finally landed on Bella.
"Bella…" Anastasia muttered, though her eyes shifted to the man sitting beside her. "So, are you the one who wanted to meet me?" Her gaze remained sharp, even though her heart raced with nerves.
"Hello, Anastasia," he said, standing up and extending a hand. "Take it Bella hasn't mentioned me." He glanced briefly at Bella, who remained seated on the couch.
Anastasia's eyes flicked back to Bella. There was something unsettling in Bella's expression, like she was cursing her silently, but Anastasia couldn't quite place it. Though annoyed, Bella's gaze carried something deeper.
As his hand hung awkwardly in the air, clearly unwelcome, he smirked and lowered it. "You haven't changed," he remarked slowly.