Renée shrugged and glanced curiously at Brooke. "Well... I don't know on like a scale of one to ten," she answered slowly, not quite getting where Brooke was going with her comment and sneer. She liked Tyler well enough-- or so Renée thought. And what exactly was liking someone too much?
"Oh!" Renée answered suddenly, mimicking Brooke's look of disgust and shooting her a look. "I'm not about to get hitched or anything stupid like that!" she exclaimed, horrified by the thought-- though not sure which was worse, marriage in general at her young age or spending the rest of her life with Tyler.
"Look at what happened with Allie," Renée pointed out. Allie Newbern had moved just a few miles away from Brooke and Renée's apartment after her husband-- thankfully, soon-to-be-ex husband-- wasted all their money in Vegas. It didn't take long before Beau was arrested yet again and Allie hightailed it back home. That didn't exactly look like the life of serene bliss that Renée wanted.