"Luxury condos. Just up there on the hill. Quite a view, don't you think?"
Holding Irina's hand, I point up the incline from the beach to the plots that have been marked for construction.
"A lot nicer than the view from my old apartment," she replies.
"A lot more expensive at 1.3 million apiece."
"Well, I can definitely see how you afford that palace of yours," Irina giggles, leaning against my shoulder.
"That palace of ours," I remind her. "What's mine is yours now, Irina. Remember that."
It actually feels good to say that to her. For once, I'm not afraid that Irina is out for my money. She had no idea who I even was when we first met, and I have no doubt that even if she did, she'd still feel the same way about me.
My lawyers will be screaming at me to get her to sign a prenup, bu
