The entire next day was spent recovering from the parties. It took real effort to make me try on the perfectly tailored dress. Elena finished the final stitches on me and, with a clear conscience, handed over the wedding gown.
After his bachelor party, Kirill spent the entire day in bed. I couldn’t help but wonder what exactly men do at such events. He looked as if he hadn’t been celebrating all night, but digging mines instead.
During our shared dinner, we carefully discussed the schedule for the next day. Maura cheerfully talked about the relatives who would be attending—people I absolutely had to meet.
And then, finally, Day X arrived. Everyone was tense and excited, eager to make this celebration unforgettable. The invited makeup artist created a stunning look for me. Along with the
