— Home is waiting for our baby, so we won’t keep you long. We’re interested in a classic wedding, — the happy bride chirps, and I can’t take my eyes off her gloomy man.
— Do you have a child? — the words slip from my lips, even though I shouldn’t be interested in my clients’ personal lives. But what if, in the role of the bridegroom, there’s the man I still love? Seven years ago he left me while I was pregnant, said he was going out to sea, and never came back. In reality, all this time he had another woman.
— Yes, a son, — calmly says Mikhail. My heart squeezes so hard it seems it will shatter into a million pieces. He always dreamed of a son, and I gave him daughters—two twin girls who are right now behind this door, in my office. I hear their muffled laughter, and Misha also turns toward the sound.
— S-sorry, — I rise from my seat, barely able to stand.
— I can’t… take on your order. Find yourself another wedding organizer. I waited for him for seven years, and he came back to marry someone else. And he didn’t even remember me.