Lacy's POV
"Have you got all your bags packed?"
I turn to my door to see Vincent leaning on the wall and staring at me.
"Yes, I have my things ready."
"Good. The maids will take them to the car." After he says that, the maids walk in and carry my bags out of the room with their heads bowed down.
Wow, these snotty girls didn't even throw any snide remarks my way. That must be the effect of having Vincent here.
I turn back to face my wardrobe, looking for the perfect scarf to match my dress. I overheard that we'd be going to Russia, and it's really cold there this time of the year.
Vincent takes large steps towards me and hugs me from behind.
What is wrong with this man? Is he bipolar
"Don't wear that. Change your clothes."
"What the– I'm not going to change my clothes." I t
