“Invited guests, but you have zero money? How convenient, celebrating at my expense!” I slammed my palm on the table.
Ksenia placed the plate of sliced meat and cheese on the edge of the table and looked at the guest list Konstantin had left right on the kitchen counter. Twenty-three people. She counted again — twenty-three. Relatives from Alisa Yuryevna’s side, a couple of her husband’s old friends, neighbors Ksenia had seen maybe three times … Read more