The Lockwood Residence.
Sebastian Lockwood stood at his sister's bedroom door, holding his cat and nursing a headache as he stared at the mountain of clothes on her bed.
"You buy all these clothes, but I never see you wear any of them."
"Dr. Lockwood, you're always so busy. Even if I did wear them, would you even notice?" Sylvie Lockwood tilted her head to look at him. "It's the weekend. It's rare for you to get a day off. Aren't you going out on a date?"
"She's with her mom. They went to try on wedding dresses."
"Wow, time flies. Mr. Sharp's wedding is just around the corner. What are you getting him?"
"A son-in-law? Make it a double celebration?"
"..." Sylvie Lockwood's hands froze mid-fold. "I'm afraid they won't even let you in the door."
Sebastian Lockwood just chuckled. "So, what wedding gift did you get for him?"
Sylvie Lockwood looked down and kept folding her clothes without a word.
She was tempted to follow that train of thought and say:
