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No matter what reason Marcellus is marrying Irene for, Irene is more or less wary of Katrina. To avoid any trouble at the wedding, Katrina doesn’t think she should attend. Farrah nods in understanding. “Alright. Okay, I’ll go home now.” "Okay, be careful on your way back. Send me a message when you get home." Farrah makes her way down the stairs, deep in thought. I met Marcellus through Katrina. If she’s not going, I’m not going either. I have to make up an excuse… Just as Farrah leaves Katrina’s neighborhood, Aaron's car arrives at the apartment building. The driver opens the door for Aaron, who steps out and goes straight upstairs. In the apartment, Katrina is washing dishes in the kitchen when she hears a knock on the door. She wipes her hands with a towel and rushes to open the d