— Tanya, calm down, we still have a week until the wedding. You can change your mind. And also, Stas is a good guy, smart, but something in him broke. You’ll understand everything yourself.
Tatyana got out of the car, helped her daughter out, turned around, and froze. It wasn’t a house. It was a castle. And Sonechka didn’t stay silent. She exclaimed:
— Mom, are we going to live in a fairy tale?
Ivan Petrovich laughed and picked the little girl up in his arms:
— Do you like it?
— Very much!
Until the wedding, Stas and Tanya only saw each other a few times at dinner. The young man barely ate and hardly spoke. Rather, he was just present at the table, while Tanya secretly studied him. Handsome, in principle, but pale. Probably because he never goes outside. She understood: he felt no better than she did. And she was grateful that Stas didn’t touch on the topic of the wedding at all.
And on their wedding day, it seemed like a hundred people were running around Tanya. The dress had been delivered just yesterday. When Tanya saw it, she just sat down.
— How much does it cost?
Ivan Petrovich smiled:
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