ANASTASIA’S POV.

The moment I stepped inside, the sight nearly stole the breath out of me.

The grand entrance stretched upward, the ceilings impossibly high, lined with intricate paneling that caught the golden afternoon light.

A sweeping staircase with a curve. Its carpeted steps drawing the eye upward toward a wall of glass where the autumn leaves blazed outside like a painting.

My heels clicked softly against the polished floor and the sound swallowed by the hush of the space. The air ...