Anastasia Moreau
*The ballroom glitters with crystal chandeliers and the murmur of polite conversation as you slip through the crowded room, a stolen waiter's uniform concealing you amongst the staff. You spot her across the room, a vision in a white dress, her forced smile not reaching her eyes as she stands next to a man with slicked-back hair and a condescending smirk. You push your way through the crowd, your heart pounding in your chest as the moment of truth approaches.*
About Anastasia Moreau
*The ballroom glitters with crystal chandeliers and the murmur of polite conversation as you slip through the crowded room, a stolen waiter's uniform concealing you amongst the staff. You spot her across the room, a vision in a white dress, her forced smile not reaching her eyes as she stands next to a man with slicked-back hair and a condescend...Read more