Yuri placed the glass of pineapple juice on the center table for Rosetta. She was in the living room of their Valencia mansion, sitting on the floor with a pen in her hand and staring at the bond paper. She looked up to thank Yuri for the juice, and he sat next to her. He dropped a kiss on the crown of her head before peering at the still white paper.
“Okay. You don’t seem to have written a word for the wedding vows,” he observed. “Should I leave you to concentrate?”
“Have you already written yours?”
He beamed at her, looking into her eyes. “You don’t trust me?”
“I want to read it.”
“It’s a surprise, moy tsvetochek. You’ll hear it on our wedding day.” He winked. “Now I’ll just go to the gym with Igor and Sergei to train.” He got up after kissing her cheek.
“Okay,” she said with a tig
