“There will be no wedding!” I yell. And when everyone is silent again, I look up at Prescott and then at Kit. “I told you both they’re the worst.” I let that hang in the air. My words slowly tick over in their brains, and the only ones who don’t look confused are Levi, Four, and Uncles Damon and Maddox. Then the explosion of chatter starts again. “Who’s the other guy?” “Where are you?” “What is happening?” “Why are you making me math?” That last one came from Peyton.
