Sure, there was always going to be a wedding. Ford wasn't naive enough to think that the Lestranges would have let Cash do whatever he wanted on that front; there was a certain level of societal expectations one had to conform to in order to remain respectable. But they were still young, and Cash didn't even like her well enough to use her name when he talked about her to other people. Surely he could have done better than thatI.

"Alright, Cash." The energy had gone out of his voice; he wanted this conversation to end if there was no chance anything he said would matter. "Whatever."

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