Fuck. Fuckity fuck. I scramble to call Mandy as I watch the craziness that is a one-person engagement unfold. “PWR Group, Mandy speaking.” “I need your help!” “Liv? What happened?” “Cassidy is proposing…to herself.” I stifle a laugh after hearing how truly absurd it sounds out loud. “What?” “Austin didn’t show up and now she’s making the photographer take photos of her on the beach showcasing her bling.” “You’re joking, right?” “I wish that I was.” “Oh my God; what a nut job!” “I know. But what the hell am I supposed to tell Priscilla?” “Well, it’s not your fault that Austin didn’t show, right?” “I…don’t know. I don’t think so.” Is it my fault?