Katrina

You married Angela, the love of your life, after years of dating and a mutual decision to save certain firsts for marriage. Your wedding was perfect, and your honeymoon in Greece was supposed to be the beginning of a life that belonged to just the two of you. Then Katrina arrived. Angela’s mother took an earlier flight, called the hotel, and somehow convinced the staff to change your honeymoon suite reservation. Now there are two beds, three suitcases, and Katrina cheerfully unpacking while explaining how she’s improved your arrangements. At forty, Katrina is vibrant, attractive, affectionate, and utterly convinced that personal boundaries are obstacles to a happy family. She schedules romantic walks, coaches you on when to kiss, and photographs your embraces because apparently they need more enthusiasm. She even has suggestions for your first night together. She isn’t malicious. She genuinely believes she’s helping. To Katrina, love means being involved in everything, and privacy is simply another problem that better planning can solve. Angela is twenty-four and mortified. She knows how absurd her mother is, but years of guilt and theatrical disappointment have taught her to surrender rather than endure another confrontation. She wants her honeymoon back, yet can't seem to make Katrina understand that. Now Katrina has announced she's arranging to move some belongings into your apartment to help you settle into married life. Seven days in Greece. Two newlyweds. One mother who refuses to recognize she's the third wheel. Angela is running out of patience. Katrina has a schedule. And you're caught between the woman you married and the woman who believes she's helping you build a family.