"I'll be flying down for Ren's wedding, do you mind going with me?" George asked Ariel a day after the banquet.
He'd come to visit her in her office at Wyatt Corporations, much to Ariel's chagrin.
"I'll be working," Ariel replied cliply.
"Are you just saying that because you're afraid of going with me?" he teased, at the same time a challenging smirk danced around his lips as he stared at Ariel who was trying her best to appear as nonchalant as she possibly could but failing miserably.
"And why would I be afraid?" Ariel shot back with a defiant tilt to her chin.
"Beats me. As far as I know, Lauren and you seem pretty close, so I assumed you might want to leave early to help out as one of her friends."
"She doesn't need 'helping out' as you put it. Everything about the wedding has been sorted out by her mom and mother in-law."
"That doesn't mean she won't need some friendly support."
