Alena stood in front of the mirror in her hotel room, adjusting the folds of her wedding dress, and felt a familiar anxiety squeeze her throat. She was confident in her choice. Until she heard the mind of her future mother-in-law.
“Vulgar,” Valentina Grigoryevna had said when they came to show her the dress. She looked her daughter-in-law over from head to toe as if she were assessing a product at the market.
“What exactly don’t you like?” she said
– That’s it, my dear! – the woman waved her hand.
