— And will your mother be paying for our wedding, since she’s decided to invite so many guests? No! Then she’d better sit quietly and keep her mouth shut.
Who is this?” Sonya’s voice was even, almost indifferent, but Artyom flinched as if struck. He stood in the middle of their small kitchen, where only a minute ago the air had been filled with the warmth of almost-domestic bliss. Spread across the table in a fan were samples of wedding invitations—cream-colored card with gold … Read more