Frost:
Well, I hear congratulations are in order. Your mom told my mom you're getting married.
It wasn'tnottrue. It was just that I hadn't been able to convince Gemma to marry me, and even when she did give in, it would be entirely fake. Then another message blinked through the chat.
Nash Wells has entered the chat.
Wells:
What is this. Did someone die.
I reached the bathroom, and with a deep sigh, I let my phone drop to the counter. What a fucking mess. My mom had definitely been bragging to the other women in their "book club" about her perceived success. The phone buzzed several times, and after I'd stripped and waited for the shower to warm up, I picked it up again with some reluctance. It seemed like I would have to address my court full of jesters.
Reed:
This is partially my fault. Rook's mom talked to our moms, and then I admitted to Frost that Rook tripped and fell into a marriage. Now he's panicking.
Frost:
I can't get married. I'm too pretty.
Rook:
I'm not married.
Spencer:
Good. I'll marry her instead. I might share if you're nice.
Knox Rook has left the chat.
Knox Rook has been added to the chat.
Frost:
Stop avoiding your responsibilities. This is a real problem.
Wells:
Why? Who cares what our moms are doing?
Reed:
Rook's mom tricked him into cohabitating. The other moms are impressed. Which means you're in danger of being… schemed.
Wells:
Who left the moms unchaperoned?
Spencer:
Wait… is that what Kiss-Met is? I thought it was a restaurant. Mom is taking me next month.
Wells:
…
Frost: