“You’re a poor thing,” my mother-in-law sneered, unaware that she was standing on the threshold of my luxurious villa
I walked slowly to the built-in bar by the wall and poured myself a glass of still water, letting the coolness of the crystal calm my nerves. Behind me, Tamara Igorevna’s voice droned on — a soundtrack of disdain. “I’ve seen better furnishing in hotel lobbies,” she remarked while adjusting her fur collar, not noticing … Read more