Chapter 27 (1/2)

”You can invite them over for lunch, Alexis.” Anna said, ”I can talk to Mrs. massage about the scarf, and maybe we can talk more about it.” Anna showed a sly look.

”Can you?” Karenin asked.

Anna replied confidently, ”of course, I can help you. Who can do it besides me.” She laughed, happy and satisfied that she could help Karenin.

Karenin had never seen a man like his wife so devoted to helping her husband. In this circle, people usually don't reject the combination of family and family, and even women know it better than men.

”It makes you happy to help me?” Asked Karenin.

Anna gave him a face of course.

After a while, while Anna was at her desk planning how to entertain the masacs, Karenin looked at her back and thought, ”I'm very happy, too.”

He is happy, not only because there is a better way to communicate, but because his wife is happy to help him, because he is a person, not just a husband.

It was more than he had planned for himself. It was an emotion he had never touched.

Calmed down, Karenin went up to his wife, bent down a little, and listened to the other party's murmur.

He enjoyed the moment, absolutely.

When Karenin sent a servant to send an invitation to Mr. masaqi, he got a reply soon.

The invitation letter is written by Anna. Her handwriting is very beautiful. Although there are some grammatical mistakes, she has a teacher who is not paid.

Karenin would always guide her if she needed to.

Let Anna write the invitation letter, and as a kind of casual lunch invitation, there is a bit of political ambiguity between the hostess and the female guests, which makes the invitation more personal and considerate rather than formulaic.

Although both families understood what the meal would ultimately be about, Mrs. massachi was eager to meet Mrs. Karenin.

”I can't believe my wife would be more interested in another woman than I am, a Russian lady.” Mr. masacchi began to chatter again. If language could change from sound to solid, they would have been hit by solid sound by now.

”Stop complaining, Freddy.” Mrs. massage rolled her eyes.

”Oh, now you don't like me again. You're not like this before you get married ”I understand why people say marriage is the grave of love. I disobeyed the wishes of my father who died early and my grandfather who lived a long time. Now I only get” shut up ”and” dislike. ”

Madame massache gave a gentle smile, and she blushed, took Mr. masacchi's hand and said, ”well, don't be so talkative, will you?”

”If I don't chatter, you have to suspect that it's not your husband who is ahead of you.” Mr. massage gave a humorous smile, like a placated dog.

Mrs. massage said ”good, good, good,” with her eyes, and Mr. massage didn't think anything was wrong.

His wife is right in everything, OK!

When kabidonec informed Anna that the guests were coming, Anna and Karenin went to meet the masacs.

Mr. masacchi wore a regular dress, while Mrs. massage wore a long earth colored dress. Her dark blond hair was coiled into a beautiful bun, which was the most fashionable hair nowadays. Her Mediterranean blue eyes were full of wonder when she saw Anna.

The latter wore a apricot red satin skirt with white lace lining inside. Layers of lace protruded from the half sleeve, with a large bow on the chest, and delicate Italian calfskin red boots showing a little from the skirt.

A head of black hair, yes, this lady Karenin's hair is as black as ebony, and she is also wearing beautiful natural curls. The ribbon of lace is tied on the high curled hair, and is worn askew on one side, which sets off the freshness and sweetness of the other party at this age.

Anna knew that she was looking at her, and she simply let Mrs. massachy look at her. Then she put out her hands and hugged the diplomat's wife and gave each other a warm kiss on the cheek.

She had to get used to it, and, besides, this lady massache didn't feel bad.

As hosts, Anna and Karenin ushered the masacs into the spacious living room, where exquisite tea sets and refreshments were arranged.

”Mr. and Madame, please enjoy these Russian desserts. Sasha, our cook, is very good at this. She bakes it for you two Anna said.

It was a kind of sweet cake made of chocolate and jam. It had a typical Russian flavor. Anna put it on the plate. After all, they were facing a lady who was more picky about the United States.Mrs. massage tasted the rich chocolate and the mellow jam. After mixing the flour and eggs in the proportion of the benefits, it formed a taste that was not too sweet and greasy, with a little sweet and sour. In winter, it's like feeling the summer in full bloom.

”It's really delicious!” Said Mr. masacchi first, and he began to attack his second cookie.

”Freddy has no resistance to sweets. Please forgive his impoliteness,” she said, embarrassed by her husband's unbridled behavior

”Honey, they're really great. You can't blame me.” Said Mr. massage, somewhat innocently, while swallowing the fourth cookie.

”You don't need to apologize at all, dear Mrs. massage. You know, for the owner of a cookie, the words ”delicious” and ”delicious” are the supreme praises Anna said with a smile.

”Mrs. Karenin is right, my dear.” Then he looked at Karenin and said, ”you don't like sweets. You miss the third happiness of life.”

Karenin took a sip of tea and said, ”I feel sorry for that, too.”

The conversation between the two seemed to be nothing special, but Anna was a little surprised when she heard Mr. massage's words.