The Lovers - страница 29

“To you, darling!” Said her mother as she raised her glass.

“To you, Mom!” Said Dina and for one elusive moment, she saw herself sitting opposite Konstantin Konstantinovich: with a glass of champagne slightly raised above the table, his laughing eyes, a lock of black hair falling onto his forehead, the parted mouth, and the attractive large fingers holding a glass.

“Dinochka, what’s going on with you?” Her mom looked at her closely.

“Nothing, Mom! Everything’s fine!” Dina tried to act natural and even laughed. “Why do you ask?”

But it’s hard to hide from your own mother. Especially a loving mother.

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