a little long chapter, for the sake of the plot, please don't skip
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The next morning, after a slightly lazy breakfast of fruit and croissants, Thalia sprawled out on her couch, scrolling through her phone.
Her mind was still basking in the previous day's beach antics and Shubman's playful jabs. The sunlight filtered softly through the curtains, creating a warm, inviting atmosphere in her flat.
Her phone rang as she was about to dive into another social media rabbit hole. It was her mother. Thalia groaned, glancing at the time—it was already 10 AM.
"Hey, Mom," she answered her tone a mix of curiosity and reluctance.
"Thalia, sweetheart!" Her mother's voice was brisk but warm. "I hope you're enjoying your morning. We need you to get ready. We're attending a wedding ceremony today."
Thalia blinked, confusion evident in her voice. "A wedding? Today? Mom, I don't think I'm—"
Her mother cut her off, a hint of excitement in her voice. "And guess what? Shubman will be picking you up. His family is already here with us. They're such lovely people. I'm sure you'll have a great time."
The mention of Shubman made Thalia sit up straighter. "Wait, what? Shubman's family is there? But... who's getting married?"
Her mother chuckled. "Oh, it's the son of someone your father and I know well. We've talked about it before. But don't worry about the details. Just get ready and look your best."
Thalia sighed, resigned. "Alright, alright. I'll get dressed. When's Shubman picking me up?"
"Within the hour," her mother said. "So, hurry up! We're looking forward to seeing you."
After ending the call, Thalia groaned in frustration. "Fucking weddings," she muttered to herself. "Why does it always have to be so last minute?"
She stood up and walked to her wardrobe, contemplating her options. The thought of seeing Shubman in his usual charming self did make the idea of attending the wedding slightly more bearable.
