Jackson appeared by the steps leading to the Lanes’ residence the next morning while it was bright out. Behind him, a striking procession of cars lined up in a neat row outside the entrance to the complex.
Tiffany had only (reluctantly) rolled out of bed after a call from her beau before dragging herself to wash up. Lillian, in contrast, was much more excited for the event. She was already all dolled up, so she lent her daughter a hand with the latter’s make-up.
“Uh, youngsters nowadays! I told you to head to bed early last night, but did you listen? Now look at you, your eyelids are practically glued close! ” she chastised. “Jackson’s waiting for you downstairs, young lady. Just look at all those cars lining up outside, pooh! Now that’s the Wests for you. But if all of this is for a mere engagement ceremony, then how grand would the wedding itself be?”
Tiffany cracked yet another jaw-breaking yawn in front of the dresser. “Can’t we do this at, uh, a later time or something, Mom? As long as we, uh, make it to the diner for lunch, right?” She slurred. “I’m like, so sleepy right now. I wanna go back to sleep. You slept pretty late last night, too, right? How did you manage to yawn, wake up at all, huh?”
Lillian grabbed hold of the girl’s ear and pinched hard. “That’s because a proper adult like myself knows that there are more important things in life than sleep! Unlike you, young lady, you youngsters have zero ideas of priority! Jackson’s been here since ages ago, yet you see no problem lazing around in your bed. What foul manners! Ugh, be quick with your dressing up so we can meet him as soon as possible already. By the way, I didn't hear any news about Ari. Is she not coming?”
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