"This is bullshit!" Tristan cried out, clawing at his face as if he wanted to rip his own skin off. "Did you see that girl, Callie? I can't spend the rest of my life with her!"
"Dude, it's fine," Calliope rolled her eyes, already exhausted by her brother's wailing. "Just marry her, stick her in a far corner of the mansion somewhere, and then marry again — someone you actually like this time. What's the big deal?"
"Oh! Oh, really?!" Tristan spread his hands wide, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Wow, you're so smart! It's almost as if I hadn't already thought of that! Oh, wait! I did!"
"Then what is the problem?!"
"The problem is that neither Father nor our two Uncles has taken more than one wife! Do you realize how bad it would look if I became the first man in two generations to start collecting wives like I'm curating a gallery!" Tristan snapped, looking genuinely offended by the very suggestion.
