Chapter 58 Resting Together

• The rest of the evening passed like a blur because of Alan's antics. I meekly endured the prying questions from people I had never seen before, a few awkward moments with Boris, as I now felt guilty in front of him, and to top it off, Grandpa's heart was so full of joy that he insisted on taking Konstantin and me home, me along the way. I escaped, tail between my legs from my own fiancé, brazenly feigning concern for Lev Petrovich, and I must admit, I was glad to stay the night at his house. If I had gone back to my apartment, where Masik would remind me at every opportunity of my shameful act, I definitely wouldn't have been able to sleep.
• Sleeping in a new place felt simply magical. Furthermore, my presence had a positive effect on the homeowner, who, at dawn, was waiting for me at the door with a magnificent bouquet of wildflowers.
• Rubbing my eyes sleepily, I stared at the flowers, and then at the shamelessly content old man.