"Who said anything about your honeymoon?"
My mom looked at us with a gaze that said, "Don't get ahead of yourselves."
"Then what's with the tickets?"
I had a sinking feeling in my gut.
Sure enough, the next second, Elvis' mom chimed in cheerfully, "They're for the four of us. Are you surprised?"
Elvis and I exchanged a glance and couldn't help but roll our eyes in unison.
So, we got married, and they got to go on a honeymoon.
But actually, that's not such a bad thing.
With them gone, Elvis and I would have our freedom.
"Don't think you can be free."
My mom gave us both a stern look and pointed upstairs to the bedroom that now belonged to the two of us.
"We've installed surveillance cameras at the door. You two must come home together every night. We'll be watching you every moment."
Elvis' mom nodded vigorously beside her, adding, "And it would be best if there's a baby when we get back."
A baby?
Just the thought of being with Elvis in that way sent a shiver down my spine.
Unlike the close-knit bond between our parents, Elvis and I had been at each other's throats since we were kids.
In fact, you could say we were enemies.
But why our relationship became so hostile, I can't quite remember.