“You handle millions, but you pinched pennies when it came to family — and after that, you dare call yourself the lady of the house?” her mother-in-law reproached her.
“Of course, forgive me, Sveta, but I’ve already paid the deposit,” Tamara Borisovna said, smoothing the printed estimate on the tablecloth and pushing it toward her daughter-in-law. “We’ll celebrate the anniversary at Granat. A banquet hall with a river view, a buffet for thirty-five people, and none of that cheap nonsense. It needs to be […]
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