"Not past five," Christian tells both of our entourages before we start to pile into separate limos.
"Vasilisa needs her sleep!"
He says this as his brother shoves his head down into the car and stuffs him in to make him stop
bringing up rules and curfews. No drinking of course, keeping our phones on, and constant
checkups were all requirements. I doubt there's little more he could have covered before his
brother had enough.
The girls are much more gentle with pushing me into the limo, and I hate to say that I'm turning
in to an old lady. I'm grumpy that they woke me up and I hope that I'll be in more of a party
mood later.
I'm not sure pregnant women have an business being in clubs anyways, but that's where we pull
up not ten minutes later.
I've only been to two clubs in my
