"When I saw her yesterday, it's you she's thinking of. And she told me what to say. She says she loves you." She Loves You, the Beatles. -Lizwin-
She Loves You, 2:21
Why, Lizzie asks herself, am I playing messenger for Edwin and her?
"Well?" he asks, running a hand through his hair, the ends sticking up.
"Well?" she can't help but sass back. "You can't just expect me to cart messages back and forth between you and that slut."
"Don't call Mallory that," Edwin defends her. "She may be your sister-in-law soon!"
Her lip curls, and Lizzie huffs. She and Edwin had been acting as if they'd never been anything more than stepsiblings. She's forgotten what it was like to be his friend.
"Tell me, please."
"She loves you."
"I know that. What'd she say? Yes or no?"
"Maybe you should have stuck around long enough to find out her answer to your proposal, Edwin."
"If I stayed there any longer, I would have puked."
"Charming."
He rolls his eyes. "Lizzie."
"Well, guess I am supposed to give you my congratulations."
"She said yes? …Liz, tell me you're not messing with me."
She smiles softly. "I'm not messing with you, Edwin. She said yes. You're engaged. Mallory said she wants the ring."
He looks at the little black box still in his hand. "Oops."
"You think?"
He laughs. "Thanks for being here for me, Lizard."
"No problem, Edweirdo."
And, she's back at the beginning: everything's changing for her, again. It all sorta sucks.