"You *are* perfect," Pavel whispered, in awe of his magnificent wife. As far as he was concerned, he was married to the most stunning woman on the planet. Walking over to the dresser, he drew a royal blue ribbon from her collection. Moving back to Liz, he stood in front of her. Threading the ribbon under her dark locks, he tied her hair back, revealing her perfect features to his gaze without impediment. He knew that normally, she would have her hair done up, something regal befitting their stations. But the people they were to see had betrayed them. Tried to cut this woman out of her life, her home...and out of his heart. And his anger at that fact told him they weren't worth the effort. They were obligated to go to dinner. But it would be on their terms, and they would be comfortable.<br/><br/>"Let those pompous windbags talk....as long as we're comfortable and happy, I do not care." Taking her hand, he brought to to his lips. "And nothing makes me happier than having you by my side."