Anastasia had finished dressing. She had decided to follow Dimitri’s advice and try her luck with Damien one last time. If this didn't work out, she vowed to kill her feelings for him once and for all and never look back. As she entered the living room, Dimitri was pacing, checking his watch anxiously. "Where is Anna? She should have been here by now. Father doesn't like tardiness. Could she have changed her mind?" Just as he turned to head toward her room, she spoke up: "Daddy, I’m ready."He looked up and saw Anastasia looking stunning in a white fitted gown. It was form-fitting, slightly short, and featured a daring side slit. Dimitri smiled and walked over to her. "You look beautiful, my child," he said, kissing her forehead. However, he paused, adding gently, "But, eh... your gown. It’s a bit short. You know your grandfather prefers a more conservative look." Anastasia stood her ground. "Dad, if I change this gown now, I don't think I’ll have the courage to go out at all. It to
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