"That explains your attitude toward me lately," Ivan said, "You've been snapping at me out of nowhere, spouting all this nonsense, threatening to break up. And that was why."
Mamie shifted uncomfortably, a guilty flush creeping up her cheeks. "Well, if you had just explained things to me properly..."
Ivan chuckled, his eyes softening as he reached out to squeeze her hand. "Okay, okay, it's my bad. From now on, I'll make sure to keep you in the loop, no matter how big or small the issue."
Agnes stood up, letting out a deep sigh that seemed to carry the weight of the world. "I think I should leave you two alone."
"You're not going anywhere, Agnes," Mamie shot back with a mischievous grin. "You're going to be my maid of honor."
"That doesn't seem quite right, though," Ivan mused, a hint of concern in his voice. " Traditionally the maid of honor is supposed to be an unmarried woman, and she’s already Mrs. Whitfield."
Mamie's tone turned playfully bossy. "Doesn't matter. I want you, Agnes, as my one and only maid of honor. And I'm planning a lineup of bachelor party boys who are all Hollywood hotshots. You'll steal the show. It's high time Jared felt a bit of pressure to throw his own wedding bash. They've been reconciled for ages and still no ceremony. I want to light a fire under him!"
The mention of Jared brought a bittersweet twist to Agnes' lips.
Mamie was blissfully unaware of the current state of shambles between Agnes and Jared.
Ivan was still trying to argue his case that having Agnes as the maid of honor was a questionable choice, especially with Mamie's plan of assembling a star-studded groomsmen brigade.
If Jared found out, he'd be livid. But Mamie played her trump card. "If Agnes isn't my maid of honor, then there won't be a wedding."
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