Having received a slap from her mother-in-law in front of the guests for a poorly set table, Margaret began pulling some things out of the cabinet, and the guests were STUNNED by what they saw…

— You’re all in lipstick, clown. What do you say? Glancing at himself, Nicholas hesitated and started justifying: — Margo, enough, huh? Why make up extra again? Lena just congratulated me.

— Congratulated? Yeah, she congratulated you well. Margaret took off her kitchen apron and threw it in her husband’s face. — And celebrate the birthday without me, please.

— You have full idyll here anyway. The whole family assembled, and I’m extra. Having said all that, Margaret slipped into her bedroom to quickly pack her things.

The fact that the main things were already packed because Margaret was planning to go to her mom’s cottage in a few days pleased her greatly. She just needed to pack Cody and toss a couple important things into the bag. Margaret was struggling to zip the bag when upset Nicholas tumbled into the bedroom.

— Margo, where are you going? What about the guests? — Screw you! — Margaret disdainfully pushed Nicholas aside and headed to the kid’s room. — Cody! Get ready, kiddo! We’re going to grandma’s cottage right now, like you wanted! — Yay! — shouted happy Cody. All that was left was to pack some food for the road, and Margaret went to the kitchen to the fridge…

Not for nothing had she prepared just yesterday. However, here too Nicholas wouldn’t leave her alone, abruptly blocking her path to the fridge. — Listen, what do you want from me? — Margaret yelled irritably at her husband.

— Everyone you need is staying here. Only Cody and I are leaving. Nicholas looked angrily at his wife and huffed.

— Margo, stop the hysteria immediately and get to the table. Who’ll serve? The guests are all here. In response, Margaret sharply turned toward the living room and burst in there, holding Nicholas by the hand.

By the window stood satisfied Lena, puffing a thin lady’s cigarette out the vent. — You’re asking me who’ll serve you? — Margaret asked her husband with a smile. — Here, she’ll serve you.

With these words, Margaret took from the festive table what was left there. The bowl with Mimosa and, with all her might, smashed it right into Lena’s face. — Or you can run to a cafe, as you please? — Margaret laughed out loud, shaking off the salad pieces flying everywhere from her hands…