"What did you say?" Catrin asked, disbelief clear in her voice. She had heard Arwen's words but she tried to convince herself that she had misheard.
The thin thread of patience Arwen had been clinging to finally snapped. Closing her eyes for a moment, she spoke through gritted teeth, "I said I am already married, Mom." Then, lifting her gaze, she locked eyes with her mother, her tone firm and unyielding. "You can't set me up with Ryan anymore because I am no longer single."
Catrin's expression turned dark and stormy. Knitting her brows tightly, she thundered, "What nonsense are you spouting now? You broke up with Ryan, and if you have broken up with him, how on earth can you be married?" Her voice rose, demanding an explanation.
Hearing her mother ask that, Arwen let out a dark, humorless chuckle. "Well, because Ryan isn't the only man existing in this world, Mom. If I say I am married, my husband doesn't necessarily have to be Ryan."
