— What could be dumber than starting a romance with my ex-husband at the wedding of our shared daughter? — I break out in a whisper, shamefully hiding my eyes from my friends.
In New York, it’s almost midnight, but Lidka immediately comes online.
— I’m in shock! — she frowns sleepily at the screen. — Why? You and Ilya have been divorced for ten years!
— Those were the best ten years of my life, — I lift my chin and clamp my lips shut, uncompromising.
Actually, the first five years I suffered terribly—but I didn’t show it to anyone!
— See? And besides, getting back together with an ex is like watching «Titanic» a second time and hoping that Jack will stay alive.
A tall athletic figure in strict trousers glides through the doorway, bare-chested. I already forgot what it’s like to see Ilya every day. Here. In our home.
— I’m waiting for you, — he calls out, hoarse.
— Right, I’m going! — I quickly hang up and fluff my hair up.
After all, on the «Titanic» it was a lot of fun before the crash, and as for the connection—there are outages in our region. Who said I’ll watch the movie to the end?