1 hour til the wedding
"I've literally just seen Elizabeth's sister." Rosa slammed her hands down on the table. "When on earth were you planning on telling me?"

"You don't need to know everything Rosa!" Armie yelled.

"We're basically family! Of course I need to know if the reason you don't want to marry your fucking wife is because you're getting it on with her sister!" Rosa shouted. Her chest breathes heavily as Armie glanced at the frail girl.

"Okay. Okay. I'm sorry." Armie rubbed a hand over his face. "I get it. I've screwed everything up."

Rosa nodded slowly. "Yeah. You have."

"But that doesn't mean anything. Look at you and Tom. You've ruined a perfectly good relationship because you can't believe in the idea that you don't have to be with someone."

"That doesn't make sense. I'm with Tom because I know that he loves me. I know that he isn't going to leave me once the going gets tough. That after everything we've been through together, he wouldn't run away once the doctors mention my possibly unavoidable death." Rosa jabbed a finger into his chest. "Yeah. I get it. You and Timothée are the bestest friends. You buy each other flaming necklaces with love hearts and little flowery friendship bracelets. But when it comes to me, Timothée is nothing. There is no reason good enough to explain why he would hurt me like that. Why he would do something so terrible and leave me when I was clinging on for dear life."

Armies mouth moved like he was about to say something. He sighed. "You need to and get ready. There can't be a wedding with no Rosa."

"You're still going through with it?" Rosas eyes widened.

"Just go and get ready."