*For reference of these characters, read this scene first*

A man with dark brown hair and a woman with light brown curly hair with different color streaks walk down the suburban area of NYC. They are carrying a “happy birthday!” gift bag and a tray of homemade cupcakes. The man, Micah, holds everything while the woman, Rosie, insists she helps hold something. Micah does not want her to hold anything in her condition, and Rosie rolls her eyes. 

They stop in front of a little house at the end of the block.

Micah: Well, this is the place.

Rosie: *sighs* I’m not ready.

Micah: C’mon, it’s no big deal, Roe.

Rosie: *raises up an eyebrow* Micah, you’re a momma’s boy. I’m nervous just being in the same room as her. You know she never liked me.

Micah: Hey, that’s not true. You got this, we just gotta act like ourselves.

Micah smiles at Rosie to reassure her. She still doesn’t budge.

Rosie: Then why do I feel like I’m gonna hurl today’s lunch out in the street?

Micah: *laughs* You’ll be fine, Roe, c’mon.

He guides Rosie up the front stairs and rings the doorbell. A woman with red curly hair opens the door and greets both Micah and Rosie. Micah hands over the birthday gift bag and kisses his mother for her birthday. After hugging and greeting them, they all walk up to the living room area where an older man with dreadlocks and two teenage twin sisters come out of the kitchen area to greet everyone.

Rosie takes the cupcake tray from Micah and puts it in the kitchen.

Milo: *hugs Micah* Micah! It’s good to see you!

Micah: Hey dad. *teasingly looks at the girls* Hey, Reagan; hey Dylan!

The twin girls roll their eyes at their brother and laugh as they both walk into their bedroom. The feeling’s mutual.

Micah turns around and sees Rosie standing awkwardly near the doorframe. He walks to her to make her feel comfortable.

Micah: Hey, guys – you remember Rosie, right?

Jennifer: Of course; it’s nice to see you again, Rosie.

Rosie: *nervously* The pleasure is all mine, Mrs. Kamalani.

Micah looks at Rosie nervously; why would she be so proper to someone she’s known forever by now? 

Micah: Are Milo and Sophie coming with the kids?

Jennifer: He couldn’t make it, Summer came down with the flu, which then spread to the entire family… but they told me to say hi and ask you when you’re going to visit them again?

Micah: Times have been crazy lately, mom. I’ll give him a call later when I get home.

Rosie sits near Micah nervously; she’s allowing him to do all the talking as she just sits there and acts as normal as possible. Micah notices that Rosie is quieter than usual and isn’t her normal spunky self. When Jennifer excuses himself after Milo calls out to her, Micah turns around to face Rosie.

Micah: *caringly* Hey, you’re alright, Roe?

Rosie: Yeah I just- I feel like I don’t belong.

Micah: Stop it, you do. You’re my company and you’ve known my family for years.

Rosie: Yeah, as your friend, not as your “fake girlfriend that’s pregnant with *air quotes* your kid.”

Micah: Look, I know it’s weird, but having them over my place for dad’s birthday in a few weeks is going to raise the question of why you’re living with me. It eliminates that discussion.

Rosie: Oh, but then what’s the excuse you’re gonna give when they start coming over and see me with a huge fucking belly…

Micah: *shhes Rosie* We will get to that bridge when we need to cross it.

Jennifer comes back into the living room area and sits down on the single lounge chair across from the sofa the other two are sitting.

Jennifer: So, how have you been, honey? It seems like you barely come around anymore.

Micah: Yeah, I’ve just been busy trying to get my life together, you know the deal.

Jennifer: It still doesn’t mean you can’t drop by every now and then.

Micah: *reassuring* I’ll do what I can, mom.

The conversation stops, and now Jennifer is focused on Rosie.

Jennifer: And how have you’ve been, Rosie? I haven’t seen you since you and Micah graduated from college last year.

Rosie: *nervously* Yeah, I’ve been busy doing my art thing, nothing unusual.

Jennifer: Ah, that’s nice. Do you still live in the neighborhood?

Rosie looks at Micah. He doesn’t look at her, but he knows.

Micah: So Mom, uh Milo told me the other day that you were thinking about retiring for good? Giving the business to Aunt Mollie when she comes back to the city?

Rosie exhales to herself, thankful that Micah got her message of nervousness. While the mother and son were catching up, Rosie excuses herself to go to the bathroom. Pregnancy sicknesses. Jennifer notices.

Rosie: Excuse me for a moment, just have to use the bathroom.

Micah: Yeah, it’s the second door on the left.

Rosie quickly gets up and head towards the bathroom.

Jennifer: Is she okay?

Micah: Yeah, she’s fine, mom.

Jennifer sits closet to Micah.

Jennifer: Micah, what’s going on? You never brought Rosie over for a dinner like this.

Fuck. This conversation wasn’t supposed to happen until everyone got together at the dinner table.

Micah: I mean, there’s a first for everything, y’know? I just decided to bring her along.

Milo calls the family for dinner; saved by the bell. Rosie walks to the table and Micah follows behind her. Jennifer also follows.

—–

Midway into the dinner, everything seems to be going as normal as possible; the twins are talking about their school lives and playfully teasing each other, Milo begins pouring wine into everyone’s glasses except the twins, who are drinking soda. After pouring Micah’s glass, he attempts to pour Rosie a glass.

Rosie: Oh, uhm, I’m fine, really.

Milo: Are you sure? Pasta always tastes better with some wine though. Not even a little sip?

Dylan: *intervenes* Dad, leave the poor girl alone.

Milo: What? I’m just being the hostess with the mostest. *to Rosie* Are you positive you don’t want any?

Micah: *annoyed* Dad…

Rosie: *nervously blurts out* I can’t even drink anyway.

Micah wides his eyes but avoids making a scene. He can only hope she heard what she said and tries to cover it up.

Rosie: I, uh, can’t drink because uhm, I’m a recovering alcoholic. *agreeing with herself* Yep. Recovering alcoholic.

Milo finally takes the bottle away from Rosie and the table is silent. Micah has absolutely no words for what just happened.

Milo: Really? That’s amazing, Rosie. *holds up his glass* Congratulations to your sobriety!

Rosie: *confidently* Thank you so much, Mr. Kamalani.

Micah chugs down the glass of wine; he wants to burst out laughing, he wants to die in this very seat, he doesn’t even know how he’s still functioning properly, but everything is going by well. Until…

Jennifer: So Rosie, it was great for you to join us tonight. Micah never brings anyone over when he visits.

Rosie: *nervously laughs* I’m honored to be the first, then.

Jennifer: Well, there was that one time that girl came over; what was her name, honey?

Milo is in the middle of eating, the twins are watching the conversation go down, and Micah is now visibly annoyed.

Micah: That was years ago, Mom. I was also living here too.

Jennifer: Ahh, that’s right; that’s why we saw her a lot.

Micah looks intently at everyone at the dining room table except Rosie; he can’t stand to see the look on her face after going through this awkward conversation. 

Micah: Well that was in the past.

Jennifer: You’re right, honey.

There is a moment of silence while everyone is eating, until…

Jennifer: Do you still keep in touch with Kalia, Micah?

Micah drops his fork onto his plate and looks down at the table, Rosie is now visibly annoyed at the conversation at hand. She respects Mrs. Kamalani, and she knows that Micah is her first-born and her only son; he holds a special place in her heart. She knows that Mrs. Kamalani only wants the best for her son, but why did she have a problem with her? What did this Kalia girl have that she doesn’t? Whatever the case was, Rosie is not about to sit around and act primp and proper for Micah’s family. She’s spunky, and she needs to lay down some dominance.

Rosie: Mrs. Kamalani, I don’t know if Micah told you why he brought me here today, but he brought me here because there is something we wanted to tell you guys.

Micah’s eyes widen and immediately turned his head towards Rosie. He knows what’s about to happen, or does he? 

Rosie: He brought me here to formally introduce me as his girlfriend. 

Jennifer tries to keep her composure, yet her wides widen at the news. 

Rosie: *raises her arms* The cat’s outta the bag! So please, Mrs. Kamalani, I know you don’t approve of me as much as you lead us on, but out of the respect of your son, can we at least try to get along? I’m not going anywhere.

Jennifer is shocked at Rosie’s words. She’s speechless, and all she can do is look at Micah, and throw daggers at Rosie, who still feels on top of the world, until the pit of her stomach tells her otherwise. Bathroom break #2.

Rosie: Now if you excuse me, *begins to look sickly* I have to use the–

The bile comes up before she’s able to finish her sentence. Rosie runs to the bathroom to most likely hurl both meals she had today. Micah officially gives up and continues eating. His family now looks at him in shock.

Milo: *breaks the silence* Are you sure she’s going to be okay, son?

Micah: *nonchalantly* She’ll be fine, she’s just pregnant.

The Kamalani family all drop their forks and knives on the dining room table. No one says anything, no one moves or does anything… besides Micah, who’s just letting things go the way they are going, eating the rest of his dinner. 

 

 

Various clothing items are being tossed out of a closet; sweaters, jeans, scarves, and missing socks. 26-year-old Jennifer walks out of the closet, visibly out of breath. The extra pounds she now carries being a couple of months pregnant is now taking a toll on the normally petite woman. She sits on the bed and retraces her steps until she hears music being played in the living room. She gets up and walks out of the bedroom door to see what’s happening in the other room.

She walks out and spots her boyfriend, Milo, dancing along to the music as he puts on his tie near the mirror. She watches him from afar, smiling at the sight. She reflects back on the year she’s had. Today marks her 26th birthday, and for her birthday last year, she spent it in North Carolina with her ex-fiancee, taking care of him as he grew sicker from his chronic illness. She loved her ex-fiancee, and she did everything she could while he was still here. Now a year later she’s back in NYC, living with her boyfriend who happens to be her best friend of 22 years, now expecting her first child with him. Time truly is a crazy thing.

Her train of thought comes to an end when she realizes Milo is dancing towards her, singing along to the 90’s R&B music playing on the speakers. She laughs as he takes her hand and spins her around to dance. 

Milo: *hugs Jennifer* Whatcha doing out here watching my dance moves?

Jennifer: *smiles* I just had to see if you’re coming for my career, Mi. Gotta say, you need some more improvement.

Milo: Oh? You’re offering lessons, Miss Castro?

Jennifer: Hmph, call me back in 6 months, you’ll be the first on my list.

Milo: Aren’t I the lucky one?

They kiss and release each other from their embrace.

Milo: But enough about me; are you almost ready to…

He realizes that Jennifer is still in her sweatpants.

Milo: … I thought you were getting ready, Pep?

They both walk to the bedroom together, and Milo notices the explosion near the closet.

Milo: I guess that answers my question.

Jennifer: I can’t find a decent pair of shoes that will go with this dress. I know I have some flats in there somewhere…

Jennifer walks back into the closet to try to find a decent pair of shoes to wear. Milo walks behind her and sees her digging through the closet. He isn’t upset about the view. 

Jennifer: *while digging in the closet* Hey, Milo?

Milo: Yeah?

Jennifer: We’d be out this place faster if you’d help me find something to wear instead of staring at–

Milo clears his throat and goes into the closet behind Jennifer. He reaches towards the top shelf to a box of shoes, opens them up and shows Jennifer. She looks at them and takes the box and walks out of the room. Milo pulls the string to turn off the closet light.

Later into the night:

The ambiance of the restaurant is romantic, lightly-dimmed, and fancy; the restaurant is packed with couples celebrating Valentine’s Day. Milo is in a black suit, his dreadlocks are tied back so that his face is clean and exposed. Jennifer is wearing a blush pink maternity dress, her red curly hair is tied back into a bun with a couple of curly red strands framing her face. She barely has makeup on, but instead has that natural glow and color on her face. 

Milo can’t stop staring at the woman sitting across from him.

He remembers spending last year’s Valentine’s Day at home, eating the box of candy he bought for him and his 8-year old son. His son is asleep on the loveseat after watching cartoons for most of the night, so Milo picks his son up from the sofa and places his son in his bedroom for the night. Once he’s put into bed, Milo pours himself a glass of wine and hits at the tiny kitchen table. Besides having to go to work earlier that day, this day, in particular, was just like the other days, but in the back of his mind, he knew it was Jennifer’s birthday. He takes out his phone and starts writing out a message to send to Jennifer: “Happy Birthday, Pep. I hope everything is well with you and Cullen.” After thinking about it, he erases the message and doesn’t say anything.

In the present day, Jennifer notices Milo in some sort of trance. She tries to snap him out of it.

Jennifer: Everything okay, Mi?

Milo: *snaps out of it* Yeah, I’m… great, actually.

He smiles at her and she smiles back at him. They are looking at the menu, when Milo starts fidgeting in his seat, trying to get comfortable. 

Milo: Wow, it’s like they have the heat on in this place or something.

Jennifer: Well, it is the middle of the winter, babe. *laughs*

Milo: *nervously laughs* True, very true.

Milo takes a sip from his water glass and clears his throat. He needs to get the spotlight off of himself.

Milo: How are you feeling though? Still feeling as sick as before?

Jennifer: I mean, it was the first day where I didn’t wake up this morning puking the dinner from the night before. Maybe this is the baby’s birthday gift to me or something.

“The baby”. Milo’s stomach flutters with butterflies. He still can’t believe that the person he’s forever been in love with is now having his child. He embraces the excitement this time around; he was only 15-years-old when his then-girlfriend told him she was pregnant with his first child, and instead of celebrating, the anxiety and nervousness were the only things on his mind. 

Milo: Hey, maybe she’s finally listening to me to give you a break every now and then.

Jennifer: And what makes you so sure it’s a girl?

Milo: I don’t know, it was just something about that night and the way we–

Jennifer chokes on her water in laugher, putting one finger on her lips to tell Milo to keep quiet. Milo laughs along with her, and gives her his napkin so she could wipe her face. 

Milo: In all seriousness though, Happy Birthday, babe. I’m so glad to be one spending your birthday with you this year.

Jennifer: Thank you, Mi. I wouldn’t spend it with anyone else, in all honesty. Remember that one year when we were kids, you knocked my face into the birthday cake?

Milo: How could I forget? My mom asked me where I got the big ass bruise on my leg from.

Jennifer: You always knew I could beat you up, yet you always did things to test me.

Milo: *smiles* Our friendship wouldn’t have worked if I didn’t.

Jennifer: *sips her water* Mmph, despite that, you always spent my birthdays with me, even when you were dating Gwen when we were teenagers.

Milo still remembers the confusion on his ex-girlfriends face when he wanted to spend Valentines Day at Jennifer’s house and celebrate her birthday with her. Gwen didn’t understand why her boyfriend, and soon-to-be dad of their child, would want to spend the one romantic day out of the year with another girl. Milo loved Gwen to pieces, but he would’ve hate to break the tradition he had built with Jennifer. He just wanted to still be the one normal thing in her life during the time when her family was changing and going through it.

Milo: Yeah. I mean, it was nothing, really.

The plates of food finally arrive at the table, and they both begin to eat in silence. Once Jennifer realizes the awkward silence between them, she starts up the conversation again.

Jennifer: I don’t know if I ever thank you enough, Mi.

Milo: *looks up from his plate* Thank me for what?

Jennifer: For just always being there, y’know? I know the last year and a half was difficult for the both of us, that we were on different paths and such. And for me to just come back and you with open arms and then just… be where we’re at now. Just, thank you. You didn’t have to.

Milo: I wanted to, Pep. I’ve always been in love with you, and for you to tell me you came back to NYC for me, I think my fate was sealed. You don’t need to thank me. I think I’m the luckier one out of the both of us.

Jennifer smiles and continues to eat. Again, Milo can’t stop staring at Jennifer. They spent the majority of our lives together, and he still feels like it’s not enough. He has the love of his life, his first-born son, and now his second child on the way; what more can a man ask for at the age of 25?

Milo: Hey, Pep, can I ask you a question?

Jennifer: No, I told my mother to bring Milo back to the apartment by 9…

Milo: Huh? No, no, not that.

Jennifer looks up at Milo and gives him her undivided attention. Milo, yet again, is taken back by his girlfriend’s beauty.

Milo: I hope this doesn’t come out too cheesy or anything, but I can’t help but remember your birthday last year. It was the first birthday that we didn’t spend together. No cake, no birthday prank or punches or surprise scares. Yeah, we’re a lot older and our traditions have changed since we were kids, but it still killed me not having to spend your birthday with you last year.

Jennifer is completely immersed in Milo’s words, yet she doesn’t know what to say.

Milo: I spent this day last year at work, came home to Milo, watch some television until he fell asleep, and then I sat in the kitchen with a bottle of wine with nothing but you on my mind. “Is she having a good birthday?” “Is she making new traditions with her fiancee now?” “Is she happy?”

Jennifer’s smile disappears and now she’s in deep thought.

Milo: I know Ihad no right to think those things back then, Pep. I mean, you were getting married and we weren’t on good terms anymore. The horrible things I said about your relationship with Cullen were inexcusable. If anything, I should be thanking you for allowing me back into your life. To even be sitting across from you in this moment. In some sense, it still doesn’t feel real.

Milo reaches out for Jennifer’s hands; the touch made Jennifer’s mind focus on the present, on what’s in front of her. 

Milo: I was stupid for letting you go the first time, Jennifer.

He takes back his hands and reaches into his pocket. After realizing what Milo was doing, Jennifer panics.

Jennifer: Milo–

It’s too late; the box is out of his pocket and Milo is now pulling his seat back to stand up.

Jennifer: *puts her arm out in front of her* Milo, please! Don’t.

Milo stops in his tracks and sits back down in his seat. He doesn’t seem to understand what’s going on. 

Jennifer: Milo, I- I’m not ready to get married.

Milo: What?

Jennifer: This isn’t what we should be focusing on right now, Mi. *sighs* Milo, there’s no doubt in my mind that I love you, but- everything is going so fast for us.

Milo: *confused* I mean, we’ve known each other for 22 years, Pep. I don’t think it’s that fast…

Jennifer: Yeah, but we were just friends, Mi. We only started dating 5 months ago and it wasn’t until 2 months in when we found out we were having a baby.

Milo’s once-glued smile fades, he looks like his heart is breaking, and Jennifer hates she caused it. 

Jennifer: Milo, look at me.

He looks up at Jennifer. She takes a second to gather her thoughts.

Jennifer: I want to get married to you.

Milo is now visibly shocked, but his guard is still up a bit. Jennifer knows this.

Jennifer: But not right now. I was engaged once already, I’m not ready to be engaged again. But I’m also not going anywhere.

She smiles to reassure Milo. The mission is successful once he smiles back at her.

Milo: So, the answer is yes?

Jennifer: No.

Milo: *scrunches his eyebrows* Huh?

Jennifer: No. But ask me again after the baby is born, after we get our lives together, as a couple, and most importantly…

She gestures him to move closer to her. He proceeds to lean across the table.

Jennifer: Ask me in the least grandioso way possible, Mi. You know this isn’t us all the time.

Milo smiles and sits back in his chair. Jennifer takes a sip of her water.

Milo: I’ll remember to ask you when you’re breastfeeding our newborn in a couple of months. Titties all out and everything.

Jennifer chokes on her water again due to her laughter. She throws her napkin at Milo as he lets out the loudest of laughs.

 

— The End —

Light rain hits the bedroom window of a 27-year-old woman named Jennifer. She’s pacing back and forth in her bathrobe, curly red hair tied up in a bun, arms crossed across her chest. She looks at the digital clock on her nightstand; it is 3 o’clock in the morning and she can’t sleep. She has a long day ahead of her and her insomnia means that she’s really excited or immensely nervous. She’s a combination of both. She stops in the middle of the room to rub her face in frustration. After taking in a deep sigh, she decides maybe a glass of water would help her breathe a little bit better. 

She quietly closes the door to her bedroom and walks to the kitchen without waking anyone else up in the house. It seems like it’s been decades since she sat in her mother’s kitchen table at this hour of the night. She closes her eyes and remembers when she was a teenager sneaking back home at all hours of the night and sat at this very table to grab something to eat before bed. She smiles at the memory.

She doesn’t open her eyes until she hears the stairs creaking. She looks towards the dark hallway to see who it was. She finally exhaled once she realized it was her mother, Lydia.

Lydia: Hey, girlie – what are you doing up so late into the night?

She sits across the table from Jennifer.

Jennifer: Just couldn’t sleep, that’s all.

She looks down at the mug of water that’s in her hands on the table.

Lydia: I mean, I hate to break it to you, kid, but there’s no way a makeup artist could erase the tired off your face if you don’t get some sleep.

Jennifer deadpans at her mother. The joke wasn’t funny.

Lydia: …Okay, so something is clearly bothering you. Is everything okay? *gasps* Are you having second doubts?

Jennifer: What? No, mom, no, sheesh. *sighs* It’s just, everything.

Lydia gets up from the table and goes into the fridge and takes out the leftover cake from earlier that night and slices a piece and puts it on a plate. Jennifer is visibly confused. When Lydia places the rest of the cake back into the fridge, she grabs two forks and places the plate in front of Jennifer.

Lydia: Cake helped me get through it the first time I went through this, but I was also very pregnant with you and cake was my favorite thing in the world.

Jennifer: *smiles* Then what explains the rest of the 27 years since I’ve been born?

Lydia: *raises an eyebrow* Well I’m glad you’re not too distraught if you can still crack jokes on me, Pep.

Pep. She remembers the exact moment she got that nickname. She was in preschool when her best friend at the time — for life really — called her “Pepper” for her fire-red hair and her “spicy” personality. Somehow that nickname carried on to the rest of her family and friends; all because of that one best friend she met back in 1996.

Lydia: Seriously though, what’s going on? You’ve been acting weird all night.

She snaps back into reality when she hears her mother’s voice.

Jennifer: I’m just… nervous.

Lydia: Well, it’s normal to be nervous, honey. We all were nervous the night before ours.

Jennifer: I know, but… what if I’m making the wrong decision?

Lydia sits up from her seat in shock.

Lydia: Do you not want to do this?

Jennifer: It’s not that, mom, it’s just… I think about the first time I was supposed to do this and–

Jennifer takes a deep breath and closes her eyes for a moment. She remembers the moment she arrived in New York after living in North Carolina for a year and a half. She remembers sitting in a cafe with her childhood best friend after not speaking to one another for a year and a half. When her best friend asked if Cullen came with her to visit, she remembers telling her best friend, “Cullen passed away from his illness three weeks before the big day. So no, he didn’t.”

Jennifer opens her eyes to the sight of her worried mother, now leaning forward to empathize with her.

Lydia: Things happen for a reason, Pep. I’m not saying Cullen was a mistake; maybe at that moment, that was the right choice. But you were also young. You packed your whole life to be closer to him. You guys were doing it because he was dying, Pep. You know how intense were between you two.

Lydia takes Jennifer’s hands and holds them from across the table.

Lydia: You came back home for a reason, Jennifer. Don’t forget that.

At that moment, the last three years flashed right in front of her eyes.

She remembers the airplane ride back to NYC, leaving her old life back in North Carolina after leaving Cullen’s house for his parents and only taking a carry-on of her essential belongings. She remembers the first moment she laid eyes on her best friend at their mutual friend’s baby shower. The adrenaline rush of seeing her best friend again after so long was intense: her best friend grew taller. Her best friend’s hair grew longer. Her best friend looked so different in a good way. And the nervous smile her best friend gave her when they said “hi” to each other for the first time in a long time was unfathomable. 

Lydia: Don’t forget that because you came back home, so many blessings came from it.

Jennifer remembers the exact moment she confessed that all this time, she was in love with her best friend, and on that calm Halloween night, they shared their first-ever kiss.

She vividly remembers her first date with her best friend being so natural like it was always like this; like they were always supposed to be together like this. 

She remembers them both stumbling into her best friend’s apartment, taking the opportunity of her best friend’s 9-year-old son being at a sleepover to finally show each other how much they’ve been in love with one another, after all these years.

Lydia: And don’t forget that if you didn’t come back home, you wouldn’t have had Micah in your life.

Jennifer remembers sitting hunched over the toilet one night, her best friend sitting at the edge of the tub holding up her hair, then looking at each other like they knew what was the next thing to do. In pajamas, her best friend comes back to the apartment from the pharmacy with a bag and tells Jennifer that “the pharmacist congratulates us in advance if the test is positive.” Jennifer takes the test out of the box and throws the box at her best friend, who seems to be more excited and happy rather than scared and anxious.

In the present time, Jennifer smiles and her mother then notices the calmness her daughter has now. 

Lydia: You wouldn’t be where you are now if you didn’t already know that Milo was the one, honey. *leans back on chair* I mean, anyone with a brain knows that you were always meant to be. You guys, even at a young age, were so inseparable. And you guys fought like you were a damn couple all these years anyway.

Jennifer: *laughs and smiles*  Hey, we just always had each other’s backs.

Lydia: Even when the universe pulled you guys apart. I don’t know if he ever told you this, but he always asked about you whenever he came over to pick up his son from a play date with your little sister. Ever failed to not ask me if you were doing okay in North Carolina.

Jennifer: *in shock* He… he never told me that.

Lydia: I’m telling you, Pep. I know you always think you’re making the wrong decisions in life and you run away from them. You always have, and I know Milo knows that as well. But if there’s one right decision you ever made in your life, it’s this one.

Lydia gets up from the kitchen table.

Lydia: Go up to bed, girlie. You only have a couple of hours before the wedding.

She kisses Jennifer on the forehead and heads into the dark hallway towards the stairs. Jennifer smiles and looks down at the slice of cake on the table. She picks up a fork and begins to eat it.

— The End —