"Excellent," Brivian said. "Perhaps I can finally get one of you or your pairs married to a nice man and out of my hair."
"Of course, Brivian,I'll try my best," Mary said earnestly.
"Of course you will. I think I will call in advance, to so the others will be ready when we arrive."
Brivian pulled out the Limo's phone, dialing the number that was both Brandon's old house and the Carnegie mansion. It rang a few times, before finally being picked up.
