MJ couldn't do this. "Sorry about... today," Ned said, awkwardly shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "I know it didn't go how you planned." Oh, now there was the understatement of the century. MJ had crumbled beneath the pressure, shattering the way a glass goblet met a brick floor. She should have known better. MJ couldn't do this. Why had Liz believed she could do this? (Written for Day 3 of MJ Week 2022: MJ & [Betty], hosted by @ mjweek on Tumblr.)