Ethan was just getting out of bed.
"Aw, you're really going?" Wendy sat up in the sheets, pouting. "You said you'd give me the whole day. I only let you go to comfort her. Now you're leaving?"
"Have to." Ethan grabbed his jacket. "She gave me three minutes. You know her temper if I don't show—"
"What temper?" Wendy sulked. "Isn't she the reasonable one?"
"Reasonable, sure. But today's different." He checked the mirror, straightening his collar. "Wedding of the century. I promised her that."
"Then why'd you even come here?"
"Because you begged me to." He smirked, walked over, pinched her cheek. "Be good. I'll be back tonight."
Wendy shook his hand off and turned away. "When are you finally going to drop Tessa for good and walk out with me for real?"
"We'll see." He answered vaguely
