December 30th, evening 10 o’clock. 

Zoya was insecure and embarrassed at the beginning of the wedding  festivities. She had no one by her side except her son, and for a  sixteen-year-old, even with his small group of friends, wedding is way  too big of a responsibility to handle. At one point, she even  considered hiring people to act as her family, as she had seen in one  movie, but that would be a new low. Paying people to act like they’re  happy in your happiness? How lonely do you have to be to resort to such foolish tricks? But then came the day of engagement, and she  realized the true meaning of family.