And what are you doing at my anniversary? I invited only my son! Out you go!” the mother‑in‑law sneered at her daughter‑in‑law.
God, please let everything go well,” Anzhela thought for the hundredth time, smoothing the creases in her new dress. The pale‑blue silk shimmered in the light of the setting sun. In a small box on the dressing table lay a brooch—the very one her mother‑in‑law had been harping on about for the past six months. … Read more