Chapter 5 Sophia

Sophia, what does that mean? with such question my morning began. Dima asked me yesterday if you and Yurka went on a date. I am so joyful telling how I arranged a beauty salon in your apartment. And that his Yura has no chance not to fall in love with you. And, exactly ten minutes later, the same Yuri calls and tells how he waited an hour for you, but you didn't appear. If you changed your mind, you could have called me, and I would have warned Yura. Or better yet, give you his number and you yourself would understand.

It would be better if I gave it, - maybe then I would not have got into such a bind. - I went on a date yesterday, but sat down with another man, also named Yuri, in order to avoid further reproaches, I decided to start by describing yesterday's picture of what happened. I have never been so ashamed and embarrassed. In short, after that I had no goodbye, and I left. I'll tell you all the details tomorrow at work.

Well, Anka seemed to be interested in my story and stopped pouting. True, I am sure that this is temporary and in the future I will listen to another wave of her discontent. Especially when she finds out what I'm going to do today. Only in all details. And, for Yurka, I'll think of something, meet another time.

And, one more thing, let my words now be ugly, and maybe even indecent, but I must say them. - You said that your Dima's parents are quite rich... I think it's better for you to buy a new dress to meet them. Yesterday at the restaurant, the uniform of the waiters was more expensive. Yes, and that Yuri, whom I accidentally met, said that the dress was from the market. Forgive me if I offended, I would never say that, I just suddenly remembered how Anka was talking about Dima's mother. A woman will never agree to a daughter-in-law who can somehow shame their surname. And yesterday's looks that were thrown at me by "rich wallets" clearly said that my appearance did not meet the standards.

I already know, - with some sadness said a friend. Yesterday, when I was boasting about my work, I showed Dima your photo in a dress. He didn't know that I gave it to you, and it was bought for his mother's anniversary. In short, he completely criticized him, and then said that he would buy me clothes for a meeting with his family. He also called himself a fool for not thinking about it before.

Isn't that too much?

I didn't know Anya's boyfriend very well. Almost all the information was obtained by me from the stories and stories of a friend. And, already from these conversations, I concluded that at first glance, he is perfect. Beautiful and romantic dates, gifts and impeccable behavior. Not a man, but a dream. To be honest, I even envied a few times. Only now, one of his phrases crossed out all my good impression of him.

An, Dima will not invent your biography for his family, if Anya herself wanted to be in a branded dress at a meeting, this is one thing. But when Dima himself says that her wardrobe does not fit at all, this is different. Maybe it's just my old age thinking. Do his parents know that you are an ordinary office worker? Without influential relatives and a lot of money in the account?

"I don't know," the girl admitted honestly. When we met him, he also worked in the most ordinary company. And, only recently I found out that he is from a fairly wealthy family. Even, too wealthy. Dima said that he did not want to live by the iron rules of his family and decided to achieve success himself.

And did you get it? - if so, then parents will not be able to influence his decisions. If not, then the future is very vague.

He was recently promoted to deputy director, - like good news, but Anka's voice spoke of something else. For me, he already now occupies a good place and receives a decent salary, but what it looks like for Dima's parents, I can only guess. The only thing I know for sure is that Dima loves me and he doesn't care about the opinion of his family. He hasn't seen them for several years, and I don't think that if his mother doesn't like me, it will be a problem. And as for the outfit! It's just that only rich and powerful people will be there, and he doesn't want me to be uncomfortable, - exhaling, Anya added. Of course, I'm a little scared, but I believe in Dima. In addition, this is only one dinner party, and most likely then we will not meet with them for a long time.

If you are so sure of him, then I have nothing to worry about, as I said, I don't know Dima very well, my opinion will definitely be incomplete and possibly even biased. When is dinner?

Next weekend, we probably talked for a long time and discussed everything, if not for one thing, but ... Ah, exactly the fact that today I'm getting married. Anya, until she began to talk about this absurd idea. I myself am not exactly sure of the correctness of this decision, and only my greed and desire to close the mortgage, and then quit my job, pushed me into this madness.

At night, several times, I wanted to refuse the offer to become a fictitious wife and continue my gray and boring life in my usual rhythm. And yet, despite my doubts, it was decided to take a chance.

Now, I just hoped that everything that was happening was true and in three months I would be a millionaire, albeit a ruble one.

I didn't really want to go to my first, and maybe only wedding in jeans and T-shirts. Now do not think, I was not sure that this Yuri would fall in love and change his mind about getting a divorce. Here, rather, there was a completely different story, I was not sure that I could get married after this divorce. Although there was nothing strange in this, with my way of life and unwillingness (inability) to get acquainted with the opposite sex.

But let's not talk about sad things, and return to the outfit jeans and indeed any trousers fell away. Still, I was an adherent of the traditional wedding. Aha! A wedding for money, straight centuries-old traditions.

She also did not dress smartly, and even more so in white. In addition, my future husband may not like it, who yesterday "subtly" hinted several times yesterday that I should not count on more.

There was another reason. The thought was still in my head that this was just a stupid scam. And, if I arrive there dressed up and decorated right, like for a wedding, then I will make a complete fool of myself. No matter how stupid it may sound.

Thus, in the most difficult struggle with herself, it was decided to wear a pale blue knee-length dress, and use a little foundation and mascara as cosmetics.

The resulting image did not differ much from the everyday one, and this made me happy the most. Once again, having convinced myself that I was doing everything right and reminding me that one must take risks in life, I called a taxi. I had to go far enough, I really didn't want to be late, rather, on the contrary, there was a plan to come early to reconnoiter the situation.