Golden сarriage for Cinderella. A novel about love

– Your happiness is not going anywhere from you.

“What a nice man,” I thought. And I posted some of my successful photos, turned off the computer and went to rest.

Love cannot be predicted or hurried, it will come byВ itself with the beautiful murmur ofВ the stream and the singing ofВ birds, transforming your whole life.

At the age of thirty-five, I had quite a successful business in the field of beauty. My salon was called “Healthy Care” and was located in the center of Novosibirsk.

When the front door opened, the bell rang, notifying ofВ the arrival ofВ each visitor, and at this time the face ofВ our administrator Ekaterina spread out inВ aВ kind and hospitable smile.

– Good afternoon, what can I offer you,” she said politely.

So the days passed inВ the hustle and bustle ofВ work.

One day IВ got free aВ little earlier than usual, went toВ the Odnoklassniki page and saw aВ message from Father Peter.

– You are a nice lady, judging by the photo.

IВ would like toВ hear your voice.

IВ was pleased with this, and without hesitation IВ texted him my phone number.

There are so many roads and moments inВ life that decide our fate, and we do not think that this second will be the main countdown ofВ your new path.

The next morning, the smell ofВ coffee cheered me up, and after aВ few sips, my brain was already inВ working mode. AВ minute ago, IВ wanted toВ climb into aВ chair with my feet, turn on the TV and spend the whole day like this.

But the phone rang and IВ answered.

– Vlada Romanovna, I’m really waiting for you at work, I need to talk, – Katerina, my assistant, said in an anxious voice.

“Okay, I’ll be right there,” I replied.

IВ went outside, the weather was sunny, aВ light breeze touched my face and gently blew my thick, long hair.

The phone rang again, IВ was sure that Katya was calling me, so IВ quickly said:

– I’m running, I’m running.

And she quickened her pace.

But he didn’t calm down, he kept ringing anyway, and as soon as I put it to my ear, I immediately heard a man’s laughter.

– Where are you running to? a pleasant voice asked cheerfully.

– Excuse me, but who am I talking to now? I asked, slowing down a little.

– Dear Vlada, I’m sorry that I don’t know your patronymic, it’s Father Peter calling, to whom you left your phone number in Odnoklassniki.