He was going to marry someone else, take some prim, proper Russian woman as his wife. Someone his family would more than likely approve of. Unlike me. I was loud. Boisterous. Foul-mouthed. Vulgar. The list went on and on. I was the total opposite to Aleksandr in every way. He didn’t act like it, but you just knew he came from money. That he’d been raised and taught proper manners and decorum. He had that air about him. The one that screamed, ‘I know which one’s the soup spoon and which one’s the dessert spoon’. Whereas I would just lift the bowl and drink out of it like a glass. I wouldn’t
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