Chapter 22

Mary

I made an effort to make Pyotr as comfortable as possible during our engagement dinner, not to shy away from him and introduce him to those he didn't know. Some time after our arrival, we managed to get away from the bustle of the guests and sat down on the couches that were in the corner of the hall.

I looked around completely amazed at all the decoration; although I live with a Russian every day, I had no idea that they could be so cheerful and detailed.

" You are distracted " Pyotr played with the ring on my finger.

" I'm surprised," I admitted, "I didn't know that Russian decor could be so cheerful.”

" Do you like it? " He asked, stroking my left hand, before bringing it to his mouth and placing a soft kiss on the ring.

" What are you doing? " I frowned, wondering at his attitude "Peter!”

I felt my body tense up as he moved closer, planting a soft kiss on my shoulder before moving up to my ear, causing my heart to race.

Has this crazy Russian lost his mind?

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