Chapter 11. Becoming the Prey

Anastasia POV

"Wow!" I mumbled, impressed when I looked in the mirror. "You made me beautiful, Flora," I said emotionally, feeling the urge to cry rising.

"Miss Anastasia, you are stunning… just," Flora paused and lowered her eyes.

"Please say it, Flora. I'm just too skinny, with no flesh on my bones. Weird," I replied sadly.

Flora's hand came to my shoulders, stopping me from continuing, "Miss, you are just very lonely. I see the loneliness in you, but your beauty is much more than that. Believe me, Miss Anastasia."

The rest of the day, I stayed with the other participants. I tried my best not to interact with them, but after the embarrassment of the presentation, I wanted to stay away from Amelia as much as possible. I kept walking through the rooms we were allowed to stay in, observing the guards patrolling the corridors, feeling my heart race in my chest, wondering if I could see the guard