That one disastrous evening.
"Mom, Ailene and I are getting married."
"What? Suddenly?"
"Well, we made a promise that by the time we reach 30 and still single, we're gonna marry each other."
"When is the wedding?"
"Next year. Olivia, aren't you going to congratulate me? I'm getting married."
"What's there to congratulate about your love less marriage."
"Olivia."
"Mom, I'm full. I'm going back to my room."
