Lauren turns fifteen and she is dating boys left and right, because that's just what girls do at this age. She likes having a boyfriend. Boys are cute, boys give her attention, and when she's dating someone she gets to talk about him with all of her friends, all of her family, and it makes her feel normal.
Not that she ever wasn't normal, but she likes this life. It's simple.
When she is there to witness her older cousin get proposed to by her boyfriend of four years, at a family dinner, everyone is so excited that she feels a pang of jealousy. She thinks about spending the rest of her life with one guy and she just can't see it. She's never felt this "love" that people talk about, not with any of her boyfriends. Lauren assumes she just hasn't met the right guy yet.
"That will be you one day," her aunt tells her while they're washing the dishes later.
Lauren doesn't know why, but for some reason she's not so sure.