---- I looked at him, eyebrows raised. "Hmm?" "Nothing. Rest well. Safe travels." Safe travels, my ass. Islammed the door shut and angrily jabbed at my phone screen, muttering curses at Benedict's dumb plan. "Relax," Benedict had said smugly. "Watch his eyes tomorrow morning. They'll either be bloodshot or swollen. He'll either stay up all night or cry like a baby. He's my brother-I know him." The next morning at breakfast, I stole a glance at Theodore. Sure enough, his eyes were both bloodshot and puffy. I leaned toward Benedict and whispered, barely able to hide my glee. "You nailed it. What's the next step?" ---- Benedict shot me a triumphant grin and raised his voice deliberately. "Sansa, I've been thinking... Why don't we have the wedding in Windhaven? The scenery there is gorgeous. "Don't you love the sea? A beach wedding, with the ocean right in front of you-perfect, right?" He nudged me, and I caught on instantly. "Sure, sounds good. We're free today, aren't we? Let's get the marriage certificate." Theodore dropped his fork and spoon and stood up abruptly, clearly too agitated to sit still. I looked at him in anticipation, thinking he was finally going to say something. But he simply straightened his back... and walked away. Just when I thought our little scheme had completely backfired, my phone started vibrating like crazy. In the Bradfords group chat, it was as if someone ---- had hijacked Theodore's account. He started forwarding one post after another about health and relationship: [Ten Dangers of Impulsive Marriages. ] [Experts Recommend a Marriage Cooling-Off Period. What's Your Take?] [Ten Must-Know Things Before You Say 'I Do.' Are You Truly Ready?] [Study Shows April Is the Worst Month to Get Married.) I stared at my screen, dumbfounded. I never imagined Theodore could have such an unexpectedly adorable side. Benedict raised an eyebrow at me and smirked. "Alright, the setup's done. Time for the kill shot."