Please Smile Anastasia
id to Lucy, raising her hands and aski
ould never say no whenever
ver she wanted something, and Lucy, as always, gave in. With a so
late is our last stock, and we don't know whe
the chocolate with her small hands, eating it hungrily. Seeing how messy s
ed to bring her chocolates he had bought. He was Lucy's childhood friend, which was why he was kind t
ld dress was torn. It was so worn-out that it should have been thrown away or
wide, cheerful grin, her voice filled with excite
ade toy crafted by Lucy herself. It was the same doll Lucy
d carefully stitched and patched it back together each
ake sure you don't get lost again, and
on, where they all lived. Anastasia often wandered off while playing, sometimes eve
ia, and Lucy had always been firm about keeping her away from there. She
dly before dashing off, her small
Good da
day, G
day,
owever, out of all the people she greeted, only one returned her smile-Celio, a
ning, you
heh
se. It was rare for someone to acknowledge her greetin
t spot was her secret hideaway-secluded and hidden from sight. It was her little ha
asn't
new about her
he same age as her. She wore an elegant dress, much finer than anything Anastasia h
but before she could take a step, she no
years old-maybe older-was ma
stasia quickly ducked behind a bush, peeking through
u okay,
ad. Do you think I will be o-okay?" the youn
a felt a pang of sadness as she li
girl had also lost her mother, making An
o comfort you because I know how hard this must be for you. Even I... I fe
he leaves, her small hands gripping
r chest, her face buried in them as her platinum
ler than Ingrid, probably around twelve years old, with a noble bearing that matched his refined clothing.
but something about t
-especially the boy's-fel
if
he boy finally stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her. The moment he di
ng with tears. The sorrow in the scene before her was so overwhe
ustl
's t
the boy freeze. His arms loosened around the girl as h
fle her sniffles. Panic surged through her as she carefully stepped back
h
ght in front of her, his sha
are y
ing backward and falling
his piercing eyes locked onto her. "Are
his voice startled her, making her chest tighten in fear. The
about her caug
atures, her tattered dress, and the old, worn-out doll clutched ti
eath h
that distinctive shade o
ing everything together. His expression darke
like what h
y did not like
e you wearing a rug? Are you tryi
even the crying Ingrid beside him pause, he
ly offered him a small smile. She gently grasped the hem o
! I'm Anastasia Winston! I
ite hair, she should show them respect. She also remembered the etiquette lessons Lucy h
o are you call
as far from what Ana
rding to Lucy, nobles were well-versed in etiquette. But
't know your name, so
eplaced by deep confusion as she noticed the gro