Sorry, it's kinda short, kinda stupid, all that. And still not mine. But it's all good. I don't really care if my glass is half full or half empty. I'm just happy to have a glass. That, and I smell like fireworks right now because I've been lighting them off, and by the way, I love sparklers. Especially when you do them with three year olds, because that makes it so much more fun!

Tony and Michelle spent the remainder of the evening talking and kissing and talking and kissing and kissing. They talked about kids and houses and sisters and months for weddings and rings and fingers and living arrangements and growing old together and living happily ever after. It wasn't until after eleven o'clock that Tony remembered something.

They were back at Tony's apartment, on his couch. Tony was sitting on the couch, his back against the armrest, and Michelle was laying on his chest, their legs intertwined. Suddenly, Tony dropped Michelle's hand. "You have to call your sister!"

"Why?" Michelle said, turning to look into his face. "I'll call them in the morning, it's like 2 a.m. there now."

"No, you have to call tonight. Ellie made me promise that I'd make sure you called her as soon as I proposed. I forgot until just now."

Michelle sighed faux-exasperatedly. "Gimme the phone."

Ellie lay on Kerry's couch, trying to sleep, but Kerry's cat kept jumping on her. She and Kerry had gone to see Les Miserables that night, and hadn't gotten back until late. When they did get home, they had sat up talking for the next hour and a half anyway, catching up on every detail of each other's lives since they had last seen each other. Ellie asked Kerry about work, her boyfriend, and New York, and Kerry bugged Ellie about boys, school, boys, Michelle and Tony, boys, books, boys and boys. Ellie loved spending time with Kerry, but her relationship with Kerry was completely different than with Michelle.

Suddenly, the phone rang. Ellie nearly jumped off the couch. She heard Kerry groggily pick it up in her bedroom and, a few moments later, come stumbling, half-asleep, out to hand the phone to Ellie. "It's Chelle..." Kerry sat down at the other end of the couch.

"Chelle?"

"Hey Ellie," Michelle's voice came from the other end.

"Hi."

"I'm getting married." Ellie smiled, but didn't say a word. "Elle, are you there?"

"Yeah, I'm here. I'm happy for you."

"Tony said that you made him promise to make me call when he proposed."

"Yeah, I did. He told me he was going to that night at his parents' house."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah." There was a pause. "Chelle?"

"Yeah baby?"

"I really am happy."

"Me too."