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“
Anastasia
,
you
could
be
wearing
a
sack
and
you
’
d
look
lovely
.
Please
don
’
t
worry
.
I
’
d
like
you
to
meet
my
mother
.
Get
dressed
.
I
’
ll
just
go
and
calm
her
down
.
”
His
mouth
presses
into
a
hard
line
.
“
I
will
expect
you
in
that
room
in
five
minutes
,
otherwise
I
’
ll
come
and
drag
you
out
of
here
myself
in
whatever
you
’
re
wearing
.
My
T
-
shirts
are
in
this
drawer
.
My
shirts
are
in
the
closet
.
Help
yourself
.
”
He
eyes
me
speculatively
for
a
moment
,
then
leaves
the
room
.
Holy
shit
.
Christian
’
s
mother
.
This
is
so
much
more
than
I
bargained
for
.
Perhaps
meeting
her
will
help
put
a
little
part
of
the
jigsaw
in
place
.
Might
help
me
understand
why
Christian
is
the
way
he
is
…
Suddenly
,
I
want
to
meet
her
.
I
pick
up
my
shirt
off
the
floor
,
and
I
’
m
pleased
to
discover
that
it
has
survived
the
night
well
with
hardly
any
creases
.
I
find
my
blue
bra
under
the
bed
and
dress
quickly
.
But
if
there
’
s
one
thing
I
hate
,
it
’
s
not
wearing
clean
panties
.
I
rifle
through
Christian
’
s
chest
of
drawers
and
come
across
his
boxer
briefs
.
After
pulling
on
a
pair
of
tight
gray
Calvin
Kleins
,
I
tug
on
my
jeans
and
my
Converse
.
Grabbing
my
jacket
,
I
dash
into
the
bathroom
and
stare
at
my
too
-
bright
eyes
,
my
flushed
face
—
and
my
hair
!
Holy
crap
…
just
-
fucked
pigtails
do
not
suit
me
,
either
.
I
hunt
in
the
vanity
unit
for
a
brush
and
find
a
comb
.
It
will
have
to
do
.
I
quickly
tie
back
my
hair
while
I
despair
at
my
clothes
.
Maybe
I
should
take
Christian
up
on
his
offer
of
clothes
.
My
subconscious
purses
her
lips
and
mouths
the
word
“
ho
.
”
I
ignore
her
.
Struggling
into
my
jacket
,
pleased
that
the
cuffs
cover
the
telltale
patterns
from
his
tie
,
I
take
a
last
anxious
glance
at
myself
in
the
mirror
.
This
will
have
to
do
.
I
make
my
way
into
the
main
living
room
.
“
Here
she
is
.
”
Christian
stands
from
where
he
’
s
lounging
on
the
couch
.
His
expression
is
warm
and
appreciative
.
The
sandy
-
haired
woman
beside
him
turns
and
beams
at
me
,
a
full
megawatt
smile
.
She
stands
,
too
.
She
’
s
impeccably
attired
in
a
camel
-
colored
fine
knit
sweater
dress
with
matching
shoes
.
She
looks
groomed
,
elegant
,
beautiful
,
and
inside
I
die
a
little
,
knowing
I
look
such
a
mess
.
“
Mother
,
this
is
Anastasia
Steele
.
Anastasia
,
this
is
Grace
Trevelyan
-
Grey
.
”
Dr
.
Trevelyan
-
Grey
holds
her
hand
out
to
me
.
T
…
for
Trevelyan
?
His
initial
.
“
What
a
pleasure
to
meet
you
,
”
she
murmurs
.
If
I
’
m
not
mistaken
,
there
is
wonder
and
maybe
stunned
relief
in
her
voice
and
a
warm
glow
in
her
hazel
eyes
.
I
grasp
her
hand
,
and
I
can
’
t
help
but
smile
,
returning
her
warmth
.
