NoelleAunt Beatrice?!
BeatriceWhat are you muttering, dear?
Noelle can’t pry her eyes off Lawrence.
NoelleNothing. I —I have to go!
BeatriceOh, but my nephew Lawrence just got here!
BeatriceHe’s in town for the wedding.
Beatrice leans in conspiratorially.
BeatriceAnd he’s single too.