#a puddle of happy tears have formed

[bridgeportbritt]

Creeksbrey Palace | Umbrage, SimDonia

Bria: Hey, Gray!

Grayson: Hey...mom. You look... nice?

Bria: Thanks. But, you don't have to lie to protect my feelings. This obviously isn't my styling work. It's apart of my new "Monarchy-Approved" wardrobe.

Grayson: I'm not lying! It looks really nice. Where are you headed off to?

Bria: Since my days in hiding are over, time to see my hair dresser. Goodbye curls, hello "Monarchy-Approved" straight locs.

Grayson: Well, that sucks. I like your curly hair.

Bria: I know, me too. But, gotta fall in line these days.

Grayson: How are you holding up with... everything?

Bria: Oh, I'm fine! Don't worry about me, Gray. How are you? How did things go with Olivia's parents?

Grayson: Uh, well... it definitely could've gone better.

Bria: Oh, no. What happened? Do I need to pay a visit to Donovan because you know I will?

Grayson: No need, Mom. You should've seen it. Olivia completely laid into him!

Bria: What?? Sweet, innocent Olivia gave Lord Donovan the smoke?

Grayson laughs: Former Lord. But, yeah. She gave him the business. I've never seen her so mad. It was kind of... awesome.

Bria: I'm having a proud mama moment. Living here must be rubbing off on her.

Grayson laughs: Yeah, it was definitely giving Pre-Royal Bria or current royal Ella vibes.

Bria: Amazing. So, what even prompted her to go off? What did old crusty, dusty Donovan say?

Grayson: His usual I'm not good enough for his daughter spiel. He was pretty angry when I told him that... that I wanted to marry his daughter.

Bria gasps/squeals: My baby boy wants to get married!?!! Is this finally happening???

Grayson whispers: Mom, keep your voice down!

Bria whispers: Sorry, sorry! But, my baby boy is getting married. Oh, my Watcher. Do you have a ring? When are you doing it? Where are you doing it? Oh my! So many plans to be made! Let me call my assistant.

Grayson: Mom, mom! Relax. I'm still not that far along in my planning. I mean, I have an idea, but securing a ring has proven pretty dificult. I want something special and beautiful... like Olivia.

Bria: Oh, my Watcher. I'm dying. Grayson, follow me.

Grayson: Okay...

Bria: You see this ring here, Grayson?

Grayson: Yeah, it's beautiful. Wow.

Bria: It was your grandmother, Kendall's, ring.

Grayson surprised: Wow, really? I didn't know you had grandma's ring!

Bria: Yep. She wore it everyday even after your grandfather passed. In her will, she left this ring to me.

Bria: And ever since I've been praying to The Watcher that I could pass her ring down when one of you find your true love.

Grayson: Mom, what are you saying?

Bria: I'm saying that I want you to have this ring.

Grayson: Wait, really? You're giving me grandma's ring?

Bria: Yes! I know she would love Olivia and she'd be so proud of the man you've become and the life you're building. I know because that's exactly how I feel.

Grayson tearing up: Mom.. I- I don't know what to say.

Bria tearing up: Say you'll take it! That's a start.

Grayson laughs: Yes, yes. Of course, I will. Thank you so much, Mom.

Bria: Of course. I am so happy for you Grayson. I love you.

Grayson: I love you, too, Mom.