ANASTASIA

"What's that sweet smell?" I yawned, sniffing the air with delight.

I carefully sat up in bed and found a tray with my breakfast, waiting for me on a beautifully decorated table.

"What is this?" I uttered with a smile growing wider on my face.

On the tray was a red heart shaped card, with my name written boldly in front.

This had a familiar wolf's paw print all over it.

"Diego," I chuckled, slowly pulling myself out of bed to tend to the card.

Taking it in my hold, I read the content ...