Anastasia's POV
2.45 am.
I haven't slept yet. Every time I try to close my eyes and try to let sleep overtake me, memories from everything overpower me. Add to that, that I have not had a real bed for years.
When I was shown my room after lunch, everything was as it was the day I left.
I could see and smell the staff had just cleaned in here, but my things were exactly where I left them. The bed had been freshly made, and there were flowers on both my bedtable and the coffee table by the small couch. I couldn't help but smile. The staff, the public, and others were all told I was taking some time abroad to find myself away from the cameras of the paparazzi. Not that the paparazzi bothered me that much, we were always kept out of their camera lights.
"We didn't want
