{IVANNA}
I stare at the paper in my hand, thinking it over. Yet the word will not come. I'm still too mad and too hurt. He'd broken my heart, and I hadn't finished stitching the pieces back together.
Swallowing hard, I put the paper on the desk. "I need to think about this."
He drags a hand over his mouth, probably to hold in a string of Russian curses. Finally, he says, "Okay."
"I'm sorry, but I can't decide on something this major in an instant. I need to think. I mean, I always pictured having my family at my wedding. My sisters . . ." I can't finish that thought without bursting into tears, so I just take a breath instead. "I appreciate this, I do, but I'm still trying to adjust to the idea of having a child, let alone the child of a Russian mafia king."
"King?" One dark eyebrow shoots up arrogantly.
"This is not funny. I'm totally overwhelmed, Sergio."
"I am trying to help you, Ivanna. Let me take care of you."
