Maria Vasilievna is the wife of one of the richest men in the world, Alexander Vasiliev. As the wife of a wealthy man, she must abide by certain standards and obey her husband, always supporting him and taking care of him. In turn, her husband treat...
Okay, not everything. But going to a ball without Alexander wasn't something I was exactly looking forward to.
Also, the fact that I didn't even know who Alexander was anymore wasn't entirely particularly pleasant either.
But not to worry. I had done far more upsetting things than going to a Russian ball with a dangerous Russian gang, whose member was my fake fiancee who happened to be the person my husband killed.
A knock at the door made me quit my whining and I slowly trudged to open it.
"Who is it?"
"Open."
Of course. Eugene. No one else had such an apathetic and quiet voice.
"Come on in."
He marched in without waiting a single second. He wasn't alone though. Behind him was a dress.
A ball gown, to be precise.
A pink ball gown, to be more precise.
And to be extremely precise, it was gorgeous with large pink flowers. I think they were roses or peonies or some other flower. I couldn't tell, I wasn't a flower expert.
I did; however, know that they were very beautiful. The green leaves and branches added a very elegant and pristine aspect. The lacy top of it was very mature and formal. It wasn't exactly a royalty dress, but it was no thrift-store clearance rack dress either. It was a happy medium, and I was very happy with it.
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"Put it on, makeup and hair, all that stuff you need and be ready soon," Eugene stated shortly and clearly and left
I nodded as he left. Perfect. Time to dazzle me up.
And so I did. I dazzled me up as well as my hormonal self allowed. I gently rubbed my belly.
"Hang in there little baby," I whispered, "Soon everything will be just perfect and our lives will be somewhat back to normal."
'If your father has a good reason for being a murderer, that is,' I quickly noted to myself.
I quickly glanced myself over in the mirror and nodded. Decent.
I walked out of the room and waited for a few moments before the men exited their room.
Misha slowly walked up to me and took my hand. Bending his head, he gave a soft kiss.
"You look stunning, my dear Kate."
"Thank you. Same goes to you. I must admit, a suit and tie don't particularly fit your tough persona, but it's not bad."
He gave a soft laugh. "Let's go. Stephan is already a few meters ahead of us."
I looped my hand through his arm and we marched off.
