Ivana POV
The last two days have been amazing. Vicktor and I have spent time just watching movies, having dinners, and walking around the estate. With the winter coming, that won't be a possibility much longer. Nothing besides a few stolen kisses has happened between us. I can feel he is holding himself back but I haven't pushed him. I don't know if he's scared I'll change my mind or if he is worried I'm not ready.
I make my way down the stairs, dreading this meeting. I'm not sure why Timur insisted on it, but I figure it's the least I owe for canceling the date. His ego is probably bruised. I don't need to be the reason for bad blood between the families. Not that they are in the same league as the Petrov syndicate. When I reach the bottom, Vicktor is coming out of the hallway with Iva
