He is a psychopath

Anastasia’s POV

“Hey ma’am, your husband said I should inform you that he is ready and waiting," Julia, one of the maids, said before she walked out of the room. I stood before the mirror an hour ago, yet have not mustered enough courage to get myself out of the room.

I looked too flustered to see him, my lips were mildly swollen it just didn't fit on my face all of a sudden, my hair didn’t feel right, and everything seemed odd, and way out of league, I had gone through everything in my closet, and none seemed to be perfect enough for a trip to the boutique.

It’s just the boutique, it shouldn't be so hard to prepare for. I stared back at my empty closet, a pile of messed up makeup on the counter, and a mess I had made of myself all because of indecisiveness.

But I couldn’t just keep him waiting, so I chose whatever my heart picked first, which turned out to be a black skin-fitted jumpsuit, one of many clothes I found here, so I wore it without much consideration.

I walked down the sta