Mama ke gher pahochte he me mami se mila aur unke chote ladke ko chocolates di .Phir me fresh ho ne chala gaya aur mere mama unke kaam pr chale gaye.F...resh hoker mene lunch kiya aur .Phir me tv dekh ne laga aur mami se idher udher ki baate karne laga. Ese he shaam beet gai aur mami gher ke kaam me lag gai tab tak mere mann me mami ko leker koi galat kahyal nahi tha lekin jab mami dinner ke baad fresh hone gai thi aur tv dekh rahi thi tab muje bahot jorr se bathroom aaya tha to me bathroom me. " But I just want to go home or even back to the house in LA." Umm..." Sikowitz peeks at the end of the book again. "Nope, that's not what happens. Besides, fairy tales can't be changed anyway. As many as you've read Miss Shay, I figured you would probably know that." What are you talking about? Fairy tales have been changed over and over throughout time." Ah... but have they?" he asked, as if there was something Carly was missing. "I don't understand why you're making such a big deal out of. ”“Mind if I ask you a question?”“What’s up?”“Don’t you think it’s pretentious and wildly irresponsible for people to spend so much on a wedding when there’s such huge poverty rates?”“What?!?”“My parents. They’ve written big checks for this monstrosity, but willingly ignore the plight of our inner cities.”“What do you know about the inner city?”“I’m a social worker. I engage with vulnerable populations daily.”“Vulnerable is offensive. Maybe a little accurate, but we’re not all like that.”“I. Several of who I didn't know. The men had pulled out all the stops with their manners. I genuinely felt like a lady, with my chair being pulled out, and my wishes known before anyone Eddie's. Everyone was role playing, the candle light added to the atmosphere. Jake's Scottish accent was out in full force and he was dressed in a full dress kilt. I didn't have to wonder, with Jake, I knew he was bare assed under it. Molly was lovely in her gown of royal blue. It was a bit more modest than what.