The next days, Anya was receiving a lot of gifts. Fruits, sweets, and flowers. And all of these came from one person.
Damon Castellano.
Andrei was also sending her roses always and if Anya could not return them, she would throw them away.
Anya wanted to do this to Damon’s gifts as well, but she can’t help but be drawn to all of it.
Because it was all of her favorites!
Anya stared at the sweets in a beautiful package and could only sigh as she gave in to temptation and took a piece. She chewed it with delight and her eyes darted at the flower on her desk, sitting in a pretty vase.
She wanted to return it too, but again, this was her most favorite flower, Lotus.
All of the things she liked, which were not even remembered by her own husband, were known by Damon. She could not help but really give thumbs up to his tactics. Is this really how powerful people worked? Anya wondered.
While Anya was mulling over this, all of the unexpected actions of Damon Castellano did not pass by a certain someone.
Veronica was gritting her teeth as she had heard all of Damon’s doing for the past few days. All for a certain someone.
Veronica could hardly believe these stories, as she first laughed it off and said it was impossible for the great Damon Castellano, to try to curry favor for a mere woman.
But it continued for days, and when she could not help it, she went to the office and saw his secretary.
She was told he was not there, but the hands of the secretary were full of flowers and fruits. Veronica stared at it in disdain.
“Who is that for?” She asked with red eyes. The secretary only glanced at her and gave her a superficial answer.
“I would let someone lead you outside, Ms. Ambrosia,” Gabe said professionally. Veronica was angered even more.
“What?! Are the rumors true? Is this for some bitch that Damon is seeing? How could you just let him meet anyone and not know where that tramp may come from?!” Veronica exclaimed and her words became even more vile and rude.
Gabe wrinkled his brows as he eyed Veronica. Looks can really be deceiving.
Veronica saw the weird look on the secretary’s face and then realized she just lost her composure. She immediately tried to regain her poise. But before she could take it back, Gabe said in dismissal.
“I have tons of work to do Ms. Ambrosia. I would leave you to our guard,” He said as he motioned for one of the bodyguards to escort Veronica out.
Veronica was angered to death but she knew she would be more humiliated if she forced herself, so she went out.
Not she was gritting in anger as she got hold of the woman’s identity. Anya Ferrer.
Tch. So this was the bitch?
It was stated there that she owned a small studio, and that’s it.
Ha! A tramp like this dreamed to be beside Damon?! What a joke.
Veronica stood up with a dark face and decided to go to meet the woman. She made an appointment in a French restaurant and headed there right away.
Anya received an appointment from a certain Ms. Veronica Ambrosia. Thinking it was a client, Anya made time to meet the woman.
She went to the designated place. And when she arrived, she was directly led to a table where a woman was sitting, sipping on expensive wine.
When she arrived, the woman turned to her. She was wearing a black and luxurious dress, and her lips were red as blood.
“Good evening, Ms. Ambrosia?” Anya greeted. The woman smiled, but Anya does not know if it is just her, but her smile felt like a smirk.
“Sit down, Ms. Anya.” Veronica pointed. Anya then sat down in front of her.
Veronica took a menu and asked.
“What do you want to order? The French cuisine in this restaurant is sumptuous. How do you like your French dish? Do you have any suggestions?” Veronica asked as she gave Anya a scrutinizing gaze.
Anya was quite lost. She does not have any knowledge of French cuisine, and she does not know if the woman was deliberately embarrassing her in front of the waitresses.
But Anya did not mind this and said all honesty.
“I am not that familiar with French cuisine, Ms. Ambrosia could order whatever she liked.”
Veronica heard this and she sneered.
“What? How could you not know French cuisine? It is the most common etiquette between wives of the elite, even mistresses know of it.” She mocked in an insulting voice. This was the moment Anya felt something was really off. She narrowed her gaze at Veronica.
Veronica saw this and shrugged her shoulders.
“Oh well can’t help it. I would have a boeuf bourguignon, cassoulet and croque monsieur.” Veronica said to the waitress and gave back the menu. She turned back to Anya and smiled at her teasingly as she sipped her wine again.
“Do you know those dishes?” She asked.
Anya had lost her appetite for food and even answered the woman, so she just stared at her. Veronica saw this and her smile grew bigger.
“Those are just the favorited of Damon,” She said hinting to ring a bell. When Anya heard these, she was taken aback.
Damon? Was this the Damon Castellano that she knew?
Veronica saw the changes in Anya's face and brought her hands to her chin as she rested her face on her hand and looked at Anya mockingly.
“Does that small and cheap brain of yours get it now?” Veronica asked hissingly. Suddenly receiving such hostile words, Anya was starting to lose it.
“I don’t quite get what Ms. Ambrosia wants. What is your purpose?” Anya asked with narrowed eyes.
Veronica scoffed.
“Well, I guess my introduction was quite late. I am Veronica Ambrosia, Damon Castellano’s fiancé.” Veronica dropped a bomb.
Anya was surprised. She did not expect the man who was constantly giving her gifts, already has a fiancé?
“Do you really think you could climb to the top of high society? You don’t deserve Damon for even one bit. Only I am suited for him. I will be Mrs. Castellano soon and don’t think of stealing that title from me. So I advise you to stay away from my husband!” Veronica exclaimed as she slammed her hands on the table. The glass and cutleries jump in the process.
Anya’s face hardened as she heard the accusations from the woman.
“I don’t have any plan of stealing your nor anyone’s husband. I don’t care if I am not good enough for whom. I am just doing my job quietly.” She retorted back.
Anya looked at Veronica from head to toe, seemingly sizing the woman. Veronica saw this and felt insulted.
“But I looked down on people like you. Who thinks marrying rich is all that matters? Don’t group me with the likes of you.” Anya said with a firm voice. Veronica gasped as she heard her impudent words.
“How dare you! Who do you think you are?!” She exclaimed at Anya’s face.
“I am Anya Ferrer, a designer. And if there is nothing important here, then I would leave. Enjoy your French cuisine.” Anya bid in dismissal with a hint of mocking in her last words.
She stood up from her chair and left before Veronica could retort. The black-clad woman was left in the restaurant, clamoring in anger.