Chapter 75: Surrounded.

  Anya and Wendy had stopped by a mall to check out a few designs. Wendy convinced Anya she had the perfect places to check out, and Anya could only follow.   She moved around with guards; people moved out of the way for them. Anya was not used to this many guards, but Wendy did not even flinch.   There was a coldness about Wendy and, at the same time, a genuine warmth that shone through in the fond glances she threw her new daughter-in-law’s way every now and then. And the maternal affection softened her regal features.   Anya was having the time of her life shopping with her. Wendy made the most scathing comments about outfits that would have made the designers roll in pain, but Anya wanted to roll in laughter instead.   Anya had to take a moment. Here she was, rubbing elbows with the elite of high society, her every whim catered to and her safety ensured by the phalanx of imposing bodyguards that trailed discreetly in their wake.   The ever-present security detail was sti