My sister laughed at me for marrying a “simple farmer” while her husband was a so-called finance genius. When their investments collapsed, my parents told me to sell my land to save them. But when my husband revealed who really owned the property, their faces went pale.
To the happy couple, who always did love playing in the mud!” The champagne flutes clinked, a delicate, crystalline sound that was immediately drowned out by a wave of laughter. My sister Tamara’s voice, dripping with that special brand of sweetness that could cut glass, echoed across the reception hall. The laughter hit me like…
