Cody is talking on the phone. It is in a sketch format and there is a lined paper background with photos of hydrangeas and a checklist with certain things marked off, such as band, reservation, and cake. He has pencil scribbles behind him as he looks stressed trying to talk on the phone.
"What!? If wedding insurance isn't for this, what the hell is it for?!" He yells over the phone. He is wearing a white shirt and he has black circles under his eyes."
"No, you don't understand. I need to get this order cancelled. What am I supposed to do with two thousand dollars worth of hydrangeas!?" He screams.
After making phone calls and getting nowhere, he takes a break and sits on a couch chair as he speaks on the phone.
"Yeah? Well, I'm not exactly happy about this either, mom!" His face turns sad, his eyes closed as he listens to her response. "I know you guys already booked flights. I'm sorry."
Cody takes his hands and throws them onto the side of his face, looking down as he cries. There are pencil scribbles in circles behind his head and the gap in his front teeth is shown.
"Whatever you do, just… please don't talk to the press." He pleads.