"What do you think of the gardens?", Vladimir asked ,wrapping a protective arm around my waist as he pulled me to his chest.

Though I was a little bit angry, I loved it when he gave me this type of attention, letting all around us know that I was his.

"They are beautiful", I responded.

"I have tea set up in the parlor. Why don't we all go and have a cup and wind down for the evening?"

Looking over at Vladimir's shoulder, i noticed his mother glaring at me. She seriously has a huge problem with me and I don't understand it. Sure, I am from America and I...