— Decide, my dear, where your son will live when we get married, because he definitely won’t be living with us! I’m not going to support someone else’s child!
— “Cream, maybe? White is too… hospital-y.” Igor lazily poked at his cheesecake with his fork, thoughtfully eyeing the invitation sample lying on the little table between their coffee cups. Sunlight filtering through the café’s enormous window played over his hair, turning it into a golden halo. Inga watched him, and her heart filled with […]
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