You’re pacing.
That usually means you're hiding something.
Blake Carter (ML)
I don’t pace.
And I’m not hiding anything.
📱 [Elsewhere — Milo texting Cassandra Carter]
Milo Bennett (ML’s BFF )
(text)
He did it.
Married her.
Didn’t tell either of you.
Get here.
Now.
🛎️ [Doorbell rings — Blake frowns.]
Blake Carter (ML)
No one’s supposed to be here.
🚪 [He opens the door — and freezes.]
Cassandra Carter (ML’s Mother)
Blake Carter.
Did you marry someone without telling your own family?
Damien Carter (ML’s Father)
You’ve got five seconds to start explaining.
Aria watches from the staircase, hidden slightly
She heard the voices — firm, cold, furious.
And for a second, she thought she was in trouble too.
Were they… worse than Blake?
Blake Carter (ML)
It wasn’t planned.
Cassandra Carter (ML’s Mother)
Marriage doesn’t “just happen.”
This isn’t Vegas.
Damien Carter (ML’s Father)
Do you realize what you've dragged her into?
What we now have to protect?
Aria Lane (FL)
(Stepping into view, soft voice)
I-I can leave if this is—
Both parents turn to her. Silence.
Cassandra Carter (ML’s Mother)
...You must be Aria.
Damien Carter (ML’s Father)
The girl this idiot didn't think he needed to introduce.
Aria froze.
They looked like they could snap someone in half — and for a second, she swore they might snap her.
Cassandra Carter (ML’s Mother)
(suddenly smiling)
You’re even prettier than I imagined.
Come here, sweetheart. You must be terrified.
Aria Lane (FL)
…What?
Damien Carter (ML’s Father)
(chuckling softly)
She thought we’d bite her.
Did he even give you a proper welcome?
Aria Lane (FL)
He… gave me rules.
Cassandra Carter (ML’s Mother)
Of course he did.
That boy loves rules more than reality.
Their anger melted — not at Aria, but at their own son.
And in their warmth… she felt something she hadn’t felt in days.
Seen.
Cassandra Carter (ML’s Mother)
Do you like tea? Or coffee?
Because I’m about to spend the entire afternoon spoiling you.
Damien Carter (ML’s Father)
And if he’s ever cruel to you — tell us.
He may think he’s the boss, but he still answers to us.
Blake rolls his eyes from the hallway, silently fuming.
She’d expected fire.
Expected screams, slaps, orders.
What she got…
Was a mother’s touch
And a father’s quiet promise.
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