There's going to be a wedding. A BEAUTIFUL wedding. With the MOST BEAUTIFUL of beautiful brides. (By that I mean Clementine because I'm not really sure if we're both brides in this case or if there's a term or what!)
Anyway, as you might have guessed, CLEM AND I ARE GETTING MARRIED.
I'm writing the owl to mom and dad as we speak. Clem, do I need to ask your parents first? For your hand?