Easter Lily has become a bit of a handful.
It’s starting to affect everyone in the house. Because of her cowplant obsession, we’ve been afraid to leave the lot. The result is a cooped up mess of uncomfortable, tense sims.
Dianthus, though he remains a staunch supporter of his daughter’s right to self-determination, has borne the brunt of many of her outbursts. Hoping to prevent their relationship from degrading any further, he turned to books for help. Such as this one, “Learning To Love Her Just the Way She Is.”
Having already read all the other books in the house, Elder and Edelweiss have been attempting to distract themselves with bad television.. but the bad television is really bad.
I must admit, I do love me some Ede scowls. I should print ’em up and make a flip book as a gift to myself.
Anyhow, back to the problem at hand. Easter is currently monopolizing all the things with her flip-floppy madness. It’s time to entrust her care to someone else, methinks. Someone better suited to soothe those misfiring synapses; to lubricate her machine to keep the parts from scraping and fill her tortured dreams with sweet & fluffy things; to love her in all her uniqueness as his one guiding purpose. And we happen to know just the person.
Ah yes, there we go. With that confirmation, Easter’s truest and most consistent desire has been given the greenlight: we’ll go ahead and permit her to marry her childhood sweetheart. We just need to let Jarrett decide whether he’s ready to take the leap or not, real quick-like.
Easter showered and prettied up first. She put on her lucky party dress. And then, quite confidently, she took a knee.
He consented, and he looks truly happy, so my guilt is assuaged. ;D
With the engagement a success, we’ll ask him to move in and plan a wedding for “soon.” Got some birthdays to handle first, but, welcome to the madhouse, Jarrett Palacios!