Here's today's update. I know yesterday, a notification wasn't sent out to everyone that I'd updated. I hope it's not another glitch on Wattpad's side. I update every day (in my time zone it matches the date of the chapters) so if you don't get a notification, double check because I will have updated.
So, I promised a Good Morning Beautiful update that was supposed to be up last Sunday. Unfortunately, I didn't. I had an exam today (yeah... you read that right! Me doing exams. Eek.) Anyhow, now that all my revision is over with, I can get back to writing that update (it's half done) and I can keep adding to Echo's stand alone story. Keep an eye out for that!
Sarah, xx
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"Do you think we should have a pre-nup?"
"No."
"No?"
"I'm not going to make you sign one."
"Why not?"
"Because we are never getting a divorce."
"Is that so?"
"If you go into a marriage thinking that it's going to end in divorce, then what's the point in getting married in the first place? It just suggests that the whole thing is going to go up in flames. Secondly, they're not worth the paper they're printed on as British courts don't really recognise them. They're starting to now more than they used to, but it's not really a thing on these shores quite like they are in America. Lastly, in the highly unlikely event that we should divorce, you would be worth ever single penny."
"Huh... what if I wanted you to sign one?"
"In what way?"
"I have a fortune to protect too, you know."
"It's rather insulting that you should think that I would ever want to take any of your money in a divorce."
"I never saif that you would-"
"Then why are you asking?"
"I was just wondering, that's all. I mean, I don't want you to sign one because what is mine, is yours. I was simply asking because... well, you're a divorce lawyer, I thought maybe you were too scared to broach the subject with me because you didn't want to inadvertently insult me, or whatever well-meaning thinking goes on in that brain of yours."
"I never mentioned it because I never thought of it."
"I know that now. Still, I thought I'd check. I don't mind signing one."
"Thanks for the offer, but no. We're good. Now, are you going to tell me more about this epic proposal you and Elias are cooking up? I know what you did last night, by the way. Don't think I didn't figure it out."
"Oh, I knew you'd figure it out. Just as I also knew you'd work it out too late and by then I'd be off the phone, and incidentally, off the hook."
"So, pissing me off was your way of getting yourself off the hook?"
"Totally."
"You're a sadist."
"Well, you're a masochist."
"Apparently so. That aside, any update on the proposal front?"
"Mhm."
"Care to share?"
"I'm not that good with sharing. I'm a very selfish person."
"As I'm starting to learn. So there's nothing you can tell me about it?"
"I'm afraid not."
"Not even about the announcement you'll be placing in the Forthcoming Marriages of the Daily Telegraph?"
"Elias blabbed, didn't he?"
"Mhm."
"You men are seriously indiscreet!"
"Yep."
"Honestly, you both gossip more than any woman I know. I'm going to have some choice words to say to him the next time we speak."
"He's right here, if you want to let rip at him now."
"You'd love that, wouldn't you?"
"I won't lie to you, but... yeah, I would really, really, really love that."
"In that case, no, I won't talk to him about that right now."
"But-"
"I'm selfish, remember?"
"You're a party pooper, too."
"You bet your bottom dollar I am."
"Anyway..."
"Oh, hey, before I forget!"
"What?"
"You know I'm back in early August?"
"Yeah?"
"Well, my grandparents' anniversary falls around then. There's a family shindig and what not. Fancy being my plus-one?"
"That depends."
"Wrong answer, Daniel."
"What's the right answer?"
"The right answer would be, 'Yes, babe. Of course, I'll be your plus-one!'"
"No, I don't think I like that answer."
"Whatever. What was your question?"
"Which grandparents are we talking about? The loud Irish ones or the crazy French ones?"
"The Irish. And they're not that loud."
"They are that loud. And, yes, babe. Of course, I'll be your plus-one."
"Just kidding. It's my French grandparents' anniversary."
"In that case, no. Not a hope in hell."
"Haha. It's the Irish side, don't worry. My Grand-père doesn't believe in anniversaries."
"What?! He doesn't believe in them?! I told you the French side of your family were crazy!"
"I'll give you a free pass on that. Anyway, fancy a weekend in Dublin?"
"Yeah, why not."
"Cool. You'll need to bring a tux, though."
"A tux?"
"It's going to be a fancy affair. Big party. Lots of prominent people."
"Is it a big anniversary?"
"Well... it's their Diamond anniversary, so yeah. It's a big one."
"Diamond... wait! That's traditionally the sixtieth anniversary. Your grandparents have been married for sixty years? Jesus, was Harlow a child bride or something?"
"Not quite. She was... twenty-two, maybe, when she married."
"Harlow is eighty-two years old?!"
"Yes."
"Doesn't look it."
"I know that's a compliment, but never tell her that."
"I won't. She scares the shit out of me."
"And don't talk like that in front of her either."
"You know I've met her before, right?"
"I know. But even I have to be really careful around my grandmother. The only one who doesn't watch their tongue around her is Echo, and that's only because she has a death wish."
"Haha, true. When's Echo's punishment, anyway? Last I heard, Echo was lamenting the fact that she was being forced to go to some posh party."
"It's a week this Saturday. God, that reminds me. I have to get her a dress."
"Why do you have to do that? Can't your mother send something over?"
"She could, but Echo doesn't trust my mum to do that. Their styles don't exactly match up."
"I guess not. What type of dress are you going for?"
"I'm not sure yet. Something that she wouldn't usually wear. Colourful, probably. As much as I like spunky Echo, I kinda miss Keira, you know?"
"This is going to sound weird, but I can't imagine your cousin as anything but a punk alien."
"Then I'll make sure that Harlow takes enough photographs so we can see them when we're in Dublin. From what I remember, Echo has blonde hair."
"Blonde? Nah, I can't picture that."
"You'll see."
"I suppose so."
"Right, I have to go. I've got a meeting to go to."
"Ok. Call me tomorrow?"
"Naturally."
"Great. I love you, Soph."
"I love you too, Daniel."