"What, my dear Anastasia? Are you feeling sad and dejected?" Michelle questioned with a mocking tone. "What happened? I thought you were calling us monsters. What happened to that sharp tongue of yours? Did the cat catch your tongue?" She continued to taunt, only trying to fuel Anastasia’s anger which would get her into more trouble.


    Meanwhile, Anastasia was too focused on getting back on her two feet, so she simply ignored Michelle and her words filled with mockery.


    "Come back here," Michelle pulled Anastasia back when she noticed thetter was nning on ignoring her. "Don’t walk out of me when I’m talking to you! I can call back those two pigs and have them teach you a few more lessons! Don’t test my patience."


    "Do I look like I have the strength to test your patience?" Anastasia questioned Michelle, her voice suddenlying out cold and distant. It was almost like she was talking to Michelle before thetter had lost her memories. "I can see all you want to do is punish me for something I don’t even remember doing. And the fact you killed my child...."


    A grin appeared on Michelle’s lips. "Do you think that was the first child you’ve lost?" Michelle dropped the bomb which had Anastasia stiffen for a second. "Oh, that’s right! You’ve lost your memories and you can’t remember anything regarding your past. But let me be a good person today and tell you a few things," Michelle added, taking a few steps toward Anastasia.


    "This..." She started, ring down at Ana’s big belly. "This isn’t your first miscarriage. I had a hand in killing your first baby. Sadly, I don’t have a hand in this one. It would have been satisfying."


    Then Michelle scoffed, her grin stretching even more, and Anastasia was tempted to wipe it off her face.


    Her anger was fueled again, especially after finding out she’d lost two babies. Her stomach churned for different reasons.


    "What did I ever do to you?" Anastasia asked, her voice timid and weak as tears pooled in her ears but she blinked them back. This was only her second day here, and she was tempted to give up on escaping. However, something in her mind told her not to.


    "What did you do to me? You stole everything I ever owned. Everything that ever belonged to me. You stole the man I was supposed to marry, stole the family that belonged to me, and stole my identity!!" Michelle howled.


    Then sheposed herself by fixing her hair and wiping the remaining blood on her face with a napkin she’d picked up earlier. "So, don’t judge me for treating you this way. You don’t deserve to be happy."


    Michelle sighed, then breathed in some air as if to calm her raging nerves.


    "This is just the beginning, so don’t get tired yet. A lot is going to happen," she sang as she walked away, leaving Anastasia in utter despair.


    Anastasia red at Michelle’s back before thetter disappeared. Heaving some breath, she made her way to her room and quickly took a shower before she changed her clothes.


    A girl came up to call her to where they were. When Anastasia arrived at the room, she realized it was a makeup room. The word brought some blurry images in her mind, and when she tried to recall something deeper, everything would suddenly disappear, leaving her mindpletely nk and empty.


    "Finally you’re here. I thought I needed to call the boys again before you woulde down."


    Anastasia kept mute, before she took a seat beside Angelina.


    Samantha red at Ana for not uttering a single word, but she let her go and focused on the girl whose face she was patiently ever so elegantly.


    "When you apply your contour, make sure you aren’t pouting too much so you don’t end up looking like a fool in front of your master," Samantha instructed, her gaze shifting to Anastasia from time to time.


    Then she suddenly got a phone call and excused herself.


    "Continue doing that. I’ll be right back," she said before she left to answer the call.


    "Next time, just eat your food and don’tin about anything," Angelina said as soon as Samantha was out of sight.


    "Don’t you know where you are girl?" A girl suddenly asked. She had pale blue eyes simr to Anastasia’s but eyebags were settled under her eyes as if they were paying some kind of rent there. "In this ce, you don’t talk unless you’re spoken to."


    Another girl added, "I recognize you, you’re Xavier Wace’s wife, Anastasia Wace." The girl’s words got Anastasia to turn her head as her eyes settled on the girl, finally finding hope.


    "Who are you?" Anastasia asked.


    "I’m Elizabeth. I met you at Dreamscape Entertainment once when I wanted to audition for a role in a movie."