Till You Beg Me

(IVANNA) 

One thing that I have learnt since staying here is that Russians love late dinner. It is almost nine o'clock when Karlen and I leave the apartment. But he still won't tell me where we are going. Also, he insisted on picking out my outfit.

He chose the red lace bodysuit and a red wrap and a red wrap around dress that we bought today. "You should always wear red." He has a wry grin on his face.

"Why?"

"Because of your skin tone, Ivie. And I have a feeling that my father will like this."

Karlen holds my hands as we descend the stairs. Much as I love the black heels that he paired with the outfit, they don't allow for going up and down the stairs easily. Even so, I adore them. They make my legs look long and I can reach Karlen's height with them.