Olivia walks in, dressed and ready to kill. "What did I miss?" She plops down on the opposite side of the bed. "Oh, nothing just Spencer over here trying to win an Oscar for best supporting brother." He throws his arms up in the air in mock surrender. "I’m out. Get ready. We leave at noon." "Seriously, though, Aria. He’s really torn up about all this." I give her a subtle nod of agreement. "I know, trust me. I’m grateful, but I try to make light of it because I know he’s already under so much stress with school. I don’t want him to worry."
