Chapter Sixty Four

Chapter.

Anastasia's POV.

Unedited.

"No."

"Yes."

I am sounding dramatic, my voice raised, "no, please," then I make my facial expression one that gives the puppy eyes look.

"Oh, please, don't use that on me. Trust me, this series is interesting," says Kyra, countering me. I shake my head as I fight with the air. I am sitting on the same couch with her. We have a bowl of popcorn on the floor and a bottle of champagne. I have dropped my wine cup a few minutes ago when we fought for the remote, but of course, she won.

"We've watched it for how many times now?" I ask, and she hums, her brain reeling for an answer.

"Well..."

"Just let's check some anime series or something." I say and find myself yawning, lightly. Strangely enough, the Champagne makes me feel sleepy.

"Oh, yes, I know one." I huff. "No, I am serious." And she sounds serious, so I am giving her the benefit of the doubt.

We have the TV on casting, so her phone is connected to it. I place my sight on the television screen