Yara restrained the urge to throw her anger at the woman through her clenched hands under her handbag on her lap. Her head bent down; she hid her fake sadness behind her grim face. Her eyes dimmed as tears had welled up there.
Struggling to fight the tremble in her voice, Yara responded to Mrs. Durmaz's request. "I understand why it is hard for you to accept me in your family as your daughter-in-law." She drew her gaze away while removing the beads of tears dropping down to her cheeks." Mrs. Durmaz's eyebrows furrowed; her heart wondered what kind of drama she was playing this time. "You must want a classy and smart woman for your son and that's not wrong at all." A forced small smile slid out of her pressed stretched lips. "And I know I will never meet that qualification. For about twen
