Monday, September 3, 3060
It’s difficult to write this letter because I’m still upset that you and Pasha wouldn’t come to Twinbrook for my wedding. I was hoping for a family celebration, a chance to introduce Arthur to the people I love most but obviously Pasha doesn’t approve. I should be used to his disapproval by now but I can’t pretend that it doesn’t bother me. Even as a child he would look down his superior nose at me, sneering at my attempts to keep up with his intellect. I know that you must support your husband but, dear Liliya, your absence brought tears to my eyes on what should have been the happiest day of my life.
We were married in a quiet, private ceremony at City Hall. I invited Mother but she wasn’t well enough to attend. I hoped she would get better over time but I don’t think she’ll ever recover from Mikhail’s death. The doctors say that she is living in some kind of “suspended reality”, whatever that means. Arthur and I visited her shortly before we got married but we both walked away feeling confused and upset.
Our honeymoon in France was romantic but somehow Arthur seemed distant. After my nectar making lessons I often found him alone in the bookstore, with a scowl on his face, absorbed in his thoughts. Thankfully, we’ve stocked up on enough wine to last for months!
Ever since we got back from France I find myself feeling tired and listless. I’m sure it’s just a case of jet lag and stomach flu. Arthur is convinced it’s because I’m working too much and has decided that I should quit my job at the Bistro so I can focus on being a good mother to Eugene. He’s very traditional and I do want to be a good Milford wife.
All my love,