“Mom… please. It’s been nearly ten minutes.”
“My poor baby boy! He’ll never get married!”
“Mom, I’m gonna be fine.”
“All because that Isabelle broke his heart!”
“Mom, I promise, there are plenty of fish in the sea! Hell, double as much as you might think…”
“How could she do this to my very own son!? Does she not have her own mother? Imagine the pain and suffering she’s just inflicted!”
“Mom! Calm down!”
“Congratulations to my dearest Adrien!”
“O-Oh, uh… thanks? I think? We’re only just practicing for the upcoming season…”
“You know, your sisters and I were a bit worried this might never happen!”
“Mom, what are you even talking about? I’ve won every competition for almost three years now!”
“You and Isabelle are going to give me grandchildren!”
“Um…?”
“Though, examining your choice in decor makes me wonder why I worried myself silly, anyway.”
“Mom! You don’t get it! Isabelle, she… she rejected me.”
“I can hardly wai– wait a minute. What?”
The Sims of San Myshuno 