Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten.

Anastasia's POV.

The walk to the play room for Nicholas's kids is spent in silence. I keep roving my eyes around the space, watching at the fine materials that made up all these eclectic decorations. Oh, my... I can't get enough. Plus, I'm going to be living here, in this paradise-like place, and I'm sure I'll be having a lot of fun.

Jeez! I've got a lot to talk to Kyra about. Oh, yes, I'll do a video call with her to show her all these.

I shun my train of thought when we get to a door. Nicholas takes a second to breathe in and then, turn his eyes on me before he opens the door.

"Prepare yourself." He murmurs...to whom? Me? Of course, it's me, stupid: I tell myself. He can't possibly be talking to Kira.

As the door opens, and I take a glance of what's inside, I could have sworn for the first three seconds, my mouth dropped to the rugged part of the floor.

The kids did a mess to the inside. I watch my steps as we walk inside. The whole place smells of mint candies, piz