Mandy finds her brother in the hallway, smoking and leaning up against the discoloured, pockmarked wall. Mickey gestures his head back into the reception, the opening notes of La Bamba echoing and distorted out of ancient speakers. "So. You finally got that sister you always bitched about wanting." Mandy punches him. Hard.

Mickey listens while they agree on the details for the ceremony. The function room at Jacaranda on 26th St, 7pm Saturday, two weeks from now. Blue Carnations and Baby's Breath. Six bridesmaids, all other girls from the spa, wearing pink. She might wear a short wedding dress, she hasn't decided yet. Mickey doesn't offer any suggestions, it's pretty clear none of this is up to him.