Meanwhile while Maxwell and C.C. were arguing, Fran and Sylvia were still fighting over Fran's martial status.
"I can't believe my own daughter didn't tell me she could have been married already!" yelled Sylvia.
"I didn't tell ya Ma, because it wasn't going to happen," Fran explained.
"What so Naomi Dembo is the only one that can have a rich older husband? Is her life so horrible!" Sylvia shouted.
"That's not the point Ma! The point is I didn't love Theo, or even enjoy spending time with him. He was too busy working to notice me."
"And for THAT the man should be punished? OY! Just shove a knife right in my heart," Sylvia replied.
Fran was interrupted in replying back to her mother by Maxwell grabbing her arm. "Honey, wha are ya doing?"
Maxwell got down on one knee, and took Fran's left hand. "Francine Fine will you marry me?"
Fran immediately put her right hand over her heart, and sighed. "Aww, Maxwell…"
"Well, what do you say Fran? Will you marry me?" Maxwell asked again, now rethinking this whole impulsive idea of his. 'Why is she not jumping into my arms over this? I thought she would be thrilled?' Maxwell thought.
Fran took a deep breath, then replied, "No."
" W H A T !" everyone chorused in unison, followed by a loud thud.
AN: A cliffhanger! We're horrible I know! Review, review…and soon you will know what happened!