"Sophie?"
"Yes, Daniel?"
"Did you take Ewan and Finn to the Shake Shack after school today?"
"Yes."
"You bought them a milkshake each?"
"I bought them an ice cream floater each, actually."
"Sophie?"
"Yes, Daniel?"
"Ewan is lactose intolerant."
"Oh, fuck."
"He's been sick all evening."
"Shit, shit, fuck."
"I'm guessing neither he nor Finn told you, huh?"
"No, they didn't. Oh, my God. Daniel, is he ok?"
"He'll be fine."
"Evie must hate me."
"No, she doesn't. She's angry with the boys, though. They know better than to lie and let Ewan have any dairy."
"Yeah, but-"
"Soph, it's ok. I promise."
<<Let me speak to her.>>
"Evie wants you, Soph."
"..."
"..."
"..."
"..."
<<Sophie? Honey, are you ok?>>
"Me?! Are you serious?! Forget about me. How's Ewan? Evie, I honestly, didn't know and he didn't say and... I am so sorry!"
<<Sophie, stop apologising. It's my idiot son's fault. Ewan knows full well what happens if he has any dairy and yet he insists that he can have all the milk and all the ice cream in the world. As for Finn, he is in major trouble. He thinks it's hilarious when his brother is sick like this and is always encouraging Ewan to do things he isn't supposed to do. Needless to say, they are both grounded.>>
"It's not the boys' fault, Evelyn. It's mine entirely."
<<I won't hear it, Sophie.>>
"But... I was trying to bribe Finn into reading out a poem I've chosen and it all went wrong. Very, very wrong."
<<Don't feel guilty for Dumb and Dumber's actions. As for the poem, send me a copy and I will make damned sure that Dumb memorises the words by heart and can deliver it without needing a copy in front of him.>>
"No, Evie-"
<<I won't hear another word about it, Sophie. By the way, thank you for including my boys in your wedding. It means so much to myself and Alistair.>>
"It's the least we could do. They're Daniel's nephews, we couldn't leave them out, could we?"
<<I wouldn't blame you if you had a change of mind.>>
"Not happening."
<<Well, thank you, in any case. I do have one question, though.>>
"Ok, shoot."
<<Between Ewan being sick, he keeps going on and on and on about his role in your wedding and how he has something very important to do. Do you want to indulge his mother somewhat by telling me what exactly is it that he's doing?>>
"He's escorting Nola down the aisle and then back up the aisle, and then when it's the party in the night, he's supposed to dance with her."
<<Ah. Yes, hat would make sense.>>
"He's ok with doing that, right? He didn't tell me that he wasn't happy, so I assumed-"
<<Oh, he's happy about it. More than happy. I think someone has a little crush.>>
"-Who has a crush on who?-"
<<Ewan has a crush on Nola.>>
"-No, not happening. They're too young for that type of shennanigan.-"
<<Oh, shut up, Daniel.>>
"I hate to break up your rother-sister bonding, but may I speak with Daniel, please? I need to fill him in on- No, wait, before that I need to check something with you."
<<Ok.>>
"Are you free sometime tomorrow for a sister-of-the-groom fitting?"
<<I can make myself available.>>
"Ten-thirty at my mother's studio?"
<<Perfect.>>
"Great. Connie is coming up on Friday for her fitting and I was kinda hoping to have you all try on your outfits so I can see how they all look together in time for the group photo."
<<Group photo?>>
"I want a photo of all the women across the generations of both families."
<<And you want to include me?>>
"You're family, are you not?"
<<In a way.>>
"Oh, dear God, don't let Daniel hear you say that you're 'in a way' part of our family. He'll go ape hit."
<<Haha, ok, I shan't tell him that.>>
"-Tell me what?-"
<<Nothing, Daniel. Tune back out for a moment.>>
"It'll be you and Connie in the photo, along with Camille, Charlotte, Emma, Harlow and Jacqueline."
<<And you?>>
"And me. Plus, we need a photo of you, Connie, Samuel and Daniel. Oh, and Ewan and Finn. The men of the family and the women that shaped them."
<<Oh, Sophie, you really must stop with this.>>
"With what?"
<<Being so nice to me.>>
"I don't like you one hundred percent."
<<No?>>
"No. I hate that you have amazing hair. It's so much better than my hair."
<<Sophie?>>
"Yes, Evelyn?"
<<I cannot wait until you are part of my family.>>
"Me neither. Mind you, once I'm part of it, you may be wishing that I wasn't."
<<Never. Just so we're clear, if you and Daniel ever split up, we're keeping you and disowning him.>>
"-Uh, I'm stood right here.-"
<<I know, dear.>>
"Haha."
<<Did you want Daniel, Sophie?>>
"Um, I did, but I can't remember why."
<<...>>
"No, it's ok. I'll speak to him later."
<<Are you sure?>>
"Yes. Tell him that I'll see him at home. Thanks, Evie."
<<You're welcome, Sophie. I'll see you tomorrow at the fitting.>>
"You will, indeed. Bye, Evie. And once again, I'm really sorry about Ewan."
<<He'll live, much to mine and Alistair's disappointment. Bye, Sophie.>>
"-Wait, doesn't she want to talk to me?-"
[Call ended.]