Mary sat next to her daughter, gently brushing a strand of hair from her forehead. «Sometimes people don’t need much time to understand they fit each other,» she explained softly. «Victor and I are adults, we’ve had family life experience.
We know what we want. What if he’s not who he pretends to be?» Sophie looked at her mother with a worried gaze. «Remember, we watched that show about scammers who worm their way into lonely women’s trust?» Mary involuntarily smiled.
Her little protector always thought and worried too much. «Sophie, dear, Victor’s not a scammer. He’s a successful engineer, has a good job, his own apartment…
Why would he deceive us?» «I don’t know,» Sophie stubbornly pursed her lips. «But something about him… is wrong. I feel it.»
«It’s just because you haven’t gotten used to him yet,» Mary said confidently, though deep down a doubt stirred. «Maybe she is rushing?» But she immediately pushed the thought away. «Give him a chance, okay? For me!» Sophie sighed but nodded, though without much enthusiasm.
«Okay, Mom. I’ll try.» They decided to make the wedding modest, inviting only closest friends and colleagues.
Victor insisted on a restaurant, the American Grill. It was expensive, but he convinced Mary that such an event happens once in a lifetime and needs to be celebrated properly. Besides, he added with a smile, «I have some savings, and I want to spend them to make you happy.»
On the wedding day, Mary felt a strange mix of excitement and anxiety. She chose not a white dress, which seemed inappropriate for a woman her age and position, but an elegant light-beige suit, to which she matched a small hat with a veil. Like the one her mother wore at her wedding in the 70s.
«You look stunning,» Susan, her longtime friend from college days, said sincerely, helping pin a flower in her hair. «Victor is lucky.» «I’m lucky too,» Mary smiled, though the smile came out a bit nervous.
«He’s a wonderful person.» «Reliable,» Susan agreed. «In our time, that’s the main thing.
Many guys are like kids, they need nannies themselves, not wives.» Mary nodded, remembering how Susan’s first husband drank away his whole salary and threw tantrums if dinner wasn’t ready on time. Victor was the complete opposite.
Calm, caring, always ready to help. The wedding passed like in a fog. Mary remembered only separate moments.
Victor waiting for her at the city hall entrance with a bouquet of white lilies. Sophie’s serious face, sitting in the front row, in a new dress. The clink of glasses in the restaurant, and numerous congratulations.
Dance with Victor to an old song, Can’t Take My Eyes Off You. And she also remembered a strange moment during the photo session, when it seemed something cold, calculating flashed in Victor’s eyes. But it lasted only a fraction of a second, and Mary decided it was her imagination.
Just a play of light and shadow. After the wedding, Victor moved into their apartment with Sophie. He suggested selling both apartments and buying something bigger, but Mary didn’t want to leave the neighborhood where Sophie grew up, where her school and friends were.
Besides, the three-room old apartment wasn’t that cramped for three. The first weeks of married life were filled with pleasant chores and discoveries. Mary learned that Victor cooks meat excellently, loves classic American movies, and can fix practically any household appliance.
On weekends they often went to the cabin. A small plot with a wooden house inherited from Mary’s parents. Victor enthusiastically took on repairing the leaning fence and leaky roof…
«We can make a wonderful resting place here,» he said, gesturing over the plot. «The main thing is to invest a little effort and soul.» Sophie gradually thawed.
Victor didn’t impose his company on her but was always ready to help with homework or drive to music school if Mary had extra classes. He gave the girl a tablet for her birthday. Not the most expensive, but exactly the one she dreamed of, and patiently explained how to use different programs.
«See, everything is turning out great,» Mary said once when she and her daughter were alone. «Victor tries to make us feel good.» «Yes, he tries,» Sophie said slowly.
«But you know, Mom. Sometimes when he thinks no one sees, he has such a look. Like he’s wearing a mask, and underneath is a completely different person.»
Sophie. Mary was indignant. «What fantasies?» Victor just thinks, he has a lot of work and cares…
«And why does he always check your phone when you leave the room?» Sophie asked. «And why does he lock his laptop with a password, and when you approach, immediately closes it?» Everyone has a right to personal space, Mary replied, though inside worry stirred again. She had indeed noticed Victor sometimes glancing at her phone screen when he thought she wasn’t looking.
But isn’t that natural? A bit of jealousy at the start of a relationship is normal. Sophie shook her head but didn’t argue. Mary saw her daughter wasn’t convinced but attributed it to a child’s natural jealousy of the new person taking a place in her mother’s heart.
The first alarm bells rang about three months after the wedding. Victor started getting irritated over trifles. Dinner not hot enough, Sophie playing piano too loud, neighbors upstairs stomping like elephants.
«You’re just tired,» she said, massaging his shoulders. «You have a tough project now.» «Yeah, probably,» he agreed, relaxing under her hands.
«Sorry for snapping. Sometimes it seems everyone around is deliberately doing everything to drive me crazy.» Then Mary noticed some of her things weren’t where she left them.
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