Okay, I have been gone for a while and the reason is because I picked a few more shifts up at work. I wanted to mention it was brought to my attention about the timeline, and I know it seems like the Christian's mom has no Empathy, but the real truth of it is, when I wrote this I wrote it as if it where my mom telling Christian, my mom is a part Irish, she will tell you that her husband died but she won't show her true feelings (They were married for 20 years divorced for 12). So she will tell you that your dad passed but she will remain strong until she sees you face to face. Then break down. So the lack of empathy was missing, I got it. but thank you for all the kind words. sorry if the code showed up on the last stories I didn't know until it was posted, I was tired when I posted, still am I just wanted to do something to take my mind off a sleepless night. Anyways enjoy.

Chapter 1

Present Day

How did this happen? I looked over and over the numbers but nothing added up. I mean, I am only twenty-seven. Wait I know, school. I planned my whole life to go to university, any university to prove to the kids in high school and my step-mother that I was a somebody and not a loser. When you're bullied a lot that tends to be the way you think. My mother had passed away and my father married my step-mom. The critical eye of the woman saw right through my younger sister and me, seeing who was worth her attention. She doted on my step-sister, Kate.

Go figure, again, I was in trouble. I knew my parents could bail me out but I didn't need the guilt trip that would follow. Just like my step-sister's wedding, or my career to be. I wanted to be a free-lance photographer and I had saved my entire life for school. I had enough money to only have to work part-time. I made it through university and graduated at the top of my class.

Now, I'm at my best friend's wedding standing at the ATM, looking at my bank account, thinking over and over, why do I have only two dollars and thirty-five cents in my account? When I checked last night, it had said I had thirty bucks more than this. I feel silly as I look in my savings account. Nope, there was only a dime in that one. Shaking my head, now I know why my card was rejected, a severe lack of funds. I am in Vegas accompanied by my best friend from high school, Mia. She is married, smart, funny, and skinny. That's something I should have mentioned, I am curvy, not big and heavy but size sixteen...I think. My scale and I are not currently on speaking terms. I had a bigger body than most, I had wavy brunette hair, intense blue eyes like my mother, and a round face with full lips. My breasts are big enough but pushed together make the scar unnoticeable.

How did this happen? I, Anastasia Rose Steele, do not know how this happened. I looked at Mia, a vision of white, and sparkle. Only two hours before she sat with me in the bride's room waiting for Jose, her husband to be, and he had been five minutes late.

She looked at me, as I walked back with my debit card in my hands. "You ok?" She asked.

I smiled, "Everything is fine." My voice was too sweet, she knew I was lying. It was a tone I used, a dead giveaway. She knew how hard it was for me to get here for the wedding, knowing I had school debts in the fifty thousand range. She knew my parents wouldn't like me taking time off from my job, as Nanny for my step-sister Kate's boy, Teddy. It was one weekend in a million and I never get away. She knew about all of my bills and how much it took to be able to pay them.

She looked over at me and sighed. "God girl, you need a rich husband or boyfriend." She was right, well half right. I needed to do the other half, to make it worth my while. Mia whipped a handful of the twenties out of her clutch, no more than a hundred dollars.

"I can't!" I exclaimed.

"Take it, I hate to see you not have money," Thinking that Mia married Jose, not because he had money but because he was the best man at Kate's first wedding, and he loved her, I am her maid of honor here now, again, three times I was a maid of honor, and no man for me, I didn't need to be married. I thanked her and accepted the money.

Nor would any man would love me, I knew that much as my step-mother had engraved it into my mind. Only skinny girls get married. Only skinny girls win. Only skinny girls get financial support from two wonderful parents. Yes, that's right, I tried so hard to make my step-mother Elena see that I could be skinny, however, size eight wasn't small enough. I was that size once, back when I was fourteen years old that is but I tried and tried to be small. After Kate chose her bridesmaids I wasn't among them and the reason why?

"Don't pick Ana, she's too big to fit into the dresses." I overheard Elena while I was changing at the engagement party. I said to myself forget it, I am not trying for her any longer. I started eating and I ate a lot!

I played follow the happy bride and groom as we were stopped by well-wishers, other brides, and brides-to-be. It was madness, I sighed and enjoyed the bliss. As Jose and Mia would stop to kiss, I would look around at where we were and enjoying the sights. It was endless walking and I didn't have my flats on, my feet were swollen and started to blister, I had to go to our hotel before my feet gave out.

"Mia, my feet are making me their bitch!" I pleaded although it almost came out like a whine.

She smiled, "Ok, the car is coming for all of us in about five minutes, can you wait?" She kept smiling at me.

"Sure," I told her before we walked one more block and turned left to find ourselves outside of the New York, New York Hotel. As I looked up then back down the building, I saw him. That smug son of a bitch who had ruined Kate's first wedding. It was Christian.