What Summer Ford doesn't understand is why the illustrious Rousseau's eldest son would agree to marry her so easily.
Thinking back to when she came to school today and vented about him with his father right in front of him in the car, her expression turned chaotic.
What a silly thing she'd done!
"Summer, are you okay?" Annie asked as she noticed Summer's odd expression while they walked.
Summer Ford slowly turned her face, quietly watching her, hesitating on how to speak up.
After a long silence, she simply confessed directly, "Annie, I'm married!"
Annie was taken aback for a moment, thinking she was joking, "What are you saying? Don't tease me with something like that."
"I'm serious!" Summer Ford reiterated.
Annie looked at her in shock, slowly processing her words, her expression somewhat blank.
After a long silence, once she processed it, her voice rose several octaves, "Married? To whom? How come you never mentioned it before?
