Bella seemed so calm, for a girl of just sixteen. Inside, Misha was nervous as hell, and he hadn't come from a nunnery, and sure as hell wasn't a virgin.
"Yeah, sure," he said, peering over her shoulder, to see the driver bringing her fgew pieces of luggage into the house.
Right, he reminded himself. Because you need to buy her new everything to prove you can take care of her.
It had been a part of the purchase agreement, from when she was a child. Of course, at that point, he had assumed he would need to buy her new sundresses and dolls. It had only been as he grew up, that he realized what the contract had really meant.
"I'm still trying to find my way around the house, but I think I've got most of it figured out. Come on."