“Yes, we can head out,” I answered, giving my hair one last check for neatness.
In the bedroom, the mirror captured a familiar image: I was smoothing the creases of a simple gray dress purchased three years prior from a commonplace shop. Nearby, Dmitry meticulously fastened the cufflinks on his pristine white shirt — an Italian piece he proudly mentioned at every opportunity. “Are you ready?” he inquired without turning … Read more