“Don’t you understand? This is our wedding, not your mother’s,” Marina said, though she was already thinking about how to teach her future mother-in-law a lesson.
Part 1. The Velvet Noose Tamara Pavlovna appeared in their apartment an hour later without even ringing the doorbell. She had her own keys — keys Sergey had given her six months ago “just in case.” She was a large, heavyset woman with hair sprayed so stiffly it looked like a gladiator’s helmet. Behind her … Read more