On the flight back to the private islands Ralf received a text from Hunter.
Text: I’m sorry but it looks like my wedding will be held before yours. Hope to receive your blessings.
Ralf crushed his phone in his hands.
“Is something wrong?” Caison asked
“They are getting married and I probably won’t even be invited. He's asking for my blessing through a freaking phone.”
“Who? Hunter and Scarlett… aren’t you suppose to be happy for them?”
“What’s the rush they both like what now nineteen, twenty-two? Is this the right choice for them to make at this point in their lives?” Ralf asked frustrated.
“You’re just reacting as a big brother should. We aren’t that older than them and you want to get married… so why can’t they? I'll most likely stay eighteen for eternity so aren't I too young
