He grins and tips his head towards the ballroom door where it sounds like Gennady is singing karaoke to a chorus of laughter. It’s the Spice Girls, if I’m not mistaken.
I grab his hand. “Absolutely.”
“This is a great party. And a beautiful house.” Lauren takes a sip of punch and looks around. “I’ve never seen a house with a ballroom before.”
“Me either,” I admit, laughing. “Dima’s life is… different from most other people’s.”
“Which means your life is different now, too, right?”
We’ve been so busy since I moved in to the mansion that I haven’t really had time to consider that I live here. At first, it seemed like a temporary solution. Yet another place to crash on the long list of places I’ve crashed in the last few months. Granted, this was by far the most extravagant of the bunch.
