“I can try to finagle you some tickets. We could wrap you in a feather boa and call it a joint bachelor party.” “I would rather you wrap me in boa constrictor and call time of death,” Cooper said, “than attend a haunted Halloween gala, my god.” Sophie turned to Park. “You know, it’s never too late to call off this engagement. You’re a catch, you’ll find someone.” Park sighed. “I was cursed by an old witch to find him charming.”
