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"Ashes to ashes, Dust to dust, And so she shall remain sacred." Said Father Cooley. Ending my mother's funeral, I still could not believe it. My Mother, Anzhela Romanov, dead. No one has told how it happened but I know. I saw her body laying there in the main living room. My precious, beautiful mother had a wooden stake embedded in her heart.
No one saw me standing in the wall. Yes, I was standing in the wall. It was a secret passage my mother had installed from my room to the main living room so I could slip in and out of those stuffy meetings she always seemed to be having. For some reason her associates always wanted to see my face there. Anyway, once I saw the police and ambulance pull up in front of The Penthouse I ran to the passage door and put my well made up eye into the hole drilled into the bottom and then I saw her. Her face as beautiful as ever, almost dreamlike.
You see, my mother is one of the most famous models to walk the runways of New York, France, Milan and London. And, I am her daughter. Anastasia Elizabeth Romanov. I gave you my full name as it has significant value as this progresses.
After the funeral, I was sent to live with my grandmother Louise. She lived down the street from us ands he was my favorite relative so I was fine with it. After Antoine dropped me off at Grandmothers suite, I walked upstairs using all my training not to cry. Yet, I knew that once the door of my room closed I would break down. Alas, Grandmother had company when I walked in. It was a young man with wavy brown hair, dark blue eyes and huge muscles. "Who is this?" I wondered. As soon as the thought entered my mind, my grandmother turned around with a surprised look on her not so aged face as if she forgot I was coming. "Ah, Darling come, come and meet Alessio" She said regaining her posture. "Ah, so this is Miss. Anastasia.: he said with a slight Italian accent. "That would be me" I replied laughing lightly. "I am charmed to meet you," he said. "And I you" I replied gracefully.
"Darling, this is going to be your bodyguard." Grandmother said. When I heard her say that, I just stood there. I was sure I had a dumbfounded look on my face. "Excuse me?" I asked. "After the recent turn of events, we've decided you needed protection. "We?" I asked incredulously.
I could see Grandmother sidestepped that question as if it were a homeless man on the steps of her apartment. "Alessio will be with you all day every day." She said. "I really don't think I need a body guard Grandmother, but as you wish." I said standing up, "Will you excuse me? It was very nice to meet you, Mr. Alessio" I said forcing a smile in his direction.
After crying for about an hour I sat up and Wiped my eyes, I thought about calling Paulette and ask her to come to my room and fix my make up for me but I decided against it.
I heard a knock at my door. "Come in" I sadi expecting to see Grandmother. Instead I saw Alessio. "yes, Mr. Alessio?" I asked confused. "Miss. Anastasia, we need to pack." He said. "Why?" I asked.
"We are moving to your Fathers house." He replied
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