Helen: Hey guys, I'm getting my marriage license today.
For a second, the chat was dead silent. And then—
Luciana: Excuse me, WHAT?!
Joe: Wait. Wait. WAIT. This is NOT how you casually drop life-changing news.
Evelynn: This feels like a personal attack. How dare you not give us time to mentally prepare?!
Luciana: Forget that—WHAT ARE YOU WEARING?! And don't you dare say "Magnar picked it out."
Helen: Magnar picked it out.
Joe: Of course, he did. That man plans like he's leading a military operation.
Evelynn: I bet he already has your whole future mapped out, color-coded, and neatly filed away.
Luciana: That's hot. But back to my question—OUTFIT DETAILS, NOW.
Helen sighed and snapped a quick mirror selfie in her elegant white dress.
