Chapter one hundred and ten

Chapter one hundred and ten.

unedited.

Anastasia's POV.

"Aw, thank you." I say to Ola when she drops a bowl in front of me with a smile on her face. Then she goes away and comes back not long after with a cup of milk, dropping it on the table.

"Oh, please," she says when I give her a facial expression that says thank you. She rolls her eyes and then occupies a seat on the footstool next to me. Madeleine is just coming to join us as well. And on her hand is a bottle of something that I don't understand well. I have my eyes squinted on it, trying to make sense of what it is. Then, when she lands it on the table, I flare my eyes in astonishment. Oh, it seems someone knows how to have fun, for real, and is supposedly one hundred and seventy-nine years old at that.

"Jeez, we aren't doing this, are we?" Question tags Ola from her spot. For a second, she looks over to me, and I shrug. Seriously, I have only spent less than two hours here, and I feel so at home. I feel so safe, so yes