Anna is back

As the car rolled to a stop in front of the towering penthouse, Bella stepped out, her heart hammering in her chest. Rose, ever the energetic one, practically bounced beside her, whistling as she took in the sheer grandeur of the place.

"Damn," Rose muttered, her eyes scanning the modern glass structure. "This guy really is rich-rich."

Bella, however, barely registered her words. She was too busy trying to steady her breathing, too overwhelmed by the weight pressing down on her chest.

Why did this place feel... familiar?

Why did she feel like she belonged here?

Before she could dwell on it, Rose, impatient as always, dashed forward and rang the doorbell.

A few seconds later, the door swung open.

Bella blinked, coming face-to-face with a stunning woman.

She had long, wavy brown hair, piercing green eyes, and an easy smile. She stood at the entrance, her stance confident yet welcoming.