While seated in the single couch adjacent to where Rosetta was kneeling in front of the glass center table, Yuri watched his wife make the Golden Well cocktail he loved. It was the first time she showed him how much each portion was mixed together to create it.
“I should have at least a monthly supply of lambanog when we’re in Russia so that I won’t miss your Golden Well,” he said when she handed him the glass of the golden liquid.
She smiled at him. “You shouldn’t drink a lot of alcohol. It’s not good for your health,” she advised.
“Well, I have my personal nurse to take care of me.” He languidly sipped and enjoyed the cocktail.
She arched an eyebrow. “Who?”
He snorted softly. “Who else but you?”
She grimaced and pouted. “You should not fall ill, Yuri. I don’t want that.” She walked
