The black luxury car pulled up to the most exclusive shopping district.
Elena stepped out alongside Tatiana and Irina, feeling completely out of place in her soft sweater and jeans.
She wasn't used to designer streets where every window sparkled with things she couldn't even imagine affording on her own.
Tatiana, however, looked right at home. She looped her arm through Elena's, grinning like she was about to commit a glorious crime.
"Today, girl, you're not Elena Cruz. Today, you're Mrs. Volkov in training."
Elena blushed furiously. "Don't say that—"
But Irina, Damian's mother, was smiling knowingly.
"I think Tatiana is right. You are part of this family now. You should carry yourself as such."
Her words both warmed and unsettled Elena, but before she could answer, Tatiana dragged her straight into the first boutique.
A jewelry store.
A well-dressed attendant immediately approached.
"Welcome. Would you like to see our newest collection?"
