Never in his life had Nicholas Bennet run faster or avoiding more obstacles, but it took him only a second to get through the corridor, through the living room, and to the door. His mother looked at him reprovingly and pushed the morning paper against his chest.

“You weren't planning to invite me? Or were you already sure I wasn't going to come?” asked Leyla, walking past him and into his apartment. “Because let me tell you something, I'm not going to that circus!”

Nick opened the newspaper and read the note that accompanied the picture of him and Miranda.

“What the hell is this?!” he shouted, shaking the paper as he read the announcement of their wedding for that very afternoon.

“Aren't you going to marry her?” Layla questioned him.

“No, no, no, of course not!”

“Well, that says yes, yes, yes, of course you are,” Layla mimicked. “You really didn't know?”

Nick shook his head, dumbfounded, and tossed the paper aside.

“Do you think if I'd known I'd be sleeping through my wedding d