Viviana blinked at the small cozy looking apartment and then at Nikolas, who stood next to her.
Nikolas shrugged. "I managed to get us an apartment. It's really not bad at all. And yes, I already have everything of ours transferred over here. Took me hours, though."
He grabbed her hand and walked her inside.
The living room was small but really nice and colorful. So cozy and lively. There was just one bedroom, which made her frown. It meant she had to share a bed with him.
Not that… she was still opposed to it.
The kitchen was just on the other side of the living room, separated by a half-sized railing. She glanced at the big, comfortable, pink sofa facing the TV.
"I know it's nothing like the luxury apartments you live—"
"I don't mind, Nikolas," she interrupted tonelessly. "I think it's quite cozy and cute."
She huffed around with brows lifted. "Why do I get the idea you've assumed I may not be able to handle it here merely because I'm a rich man's daughter?"
