“An anniversary party for 25 people in a two-room apartment? Perfect! You’ll prepare everything, and we’ll come empty-handed!” her husband’s family decided.
“Are you serious right now?” Vera’s voice trembled, but not from fear—from anger. “You’re just presenting me with a done deal?” “Vera, don’t start,” Denis replied wearily, looking somewhere past her, out the window. “I just said it would be more convenient for everyone. Mom will be happy, and we won’t have to strain ourselves.” […]
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