“Emmy, you did not.” “I told you I found the perfect dress!” Emmy hurried back with the most blinding smile, dumping that pile of fabric onto Caulin’s lap. “And I bought it!”
you children eat fish from dumpsters. but you bought a wedding dress for your unpleasant friend and the dude who just learned his name this week? the logistics of the whole thing is also essentially impossible. i don't think the author has spent a single day on planet earth
