CHAPTER EIGHTY SEVEN.

The dinning was set in few hours after our arrival, I stood by the balcony as a watchdog over who was going to show up first between the two men. Anastasia I guess must be seated and on her phone as usual and I was the only one troubled. I could feel my heart raced when I locked eyes with the stranger and quickly I rushed back feeling chills all over. Gosh what was that man doing to me and why does he have to show up first. The doorbell rang and Isabella hasten to get it, she was the housemaid and dearest to me afterall, she was family.

"Hi!"

Whenever Anastasia said that in excitement then she was familiar to the guest, my lips mumbled even though I never intended to say anything.