In a torrential downpour, I got soaked to the skin when I brought medicine to Mason Blake, who was burning with fever. But when the door opened, Tessa Grant, his female best friend, was standing there in the matching pajamas Mason and I had bought as a couple. She rolled her eyes at me. "Unbelievable. You're such a pathetic doormat. Have some self-respect." Before I could react, laughter burst from inside. "Mason, how did you get Elena so obedient? Teach us." Another voice chimed in, "Half the roads outside are underwater. Tess made a bet with us that Elena Foster would still show up. If she did, we'd approve of her and Tess would take the punishment. If she didn't, Mason had to marry Tess." My grip tightened around the box of medicine. Mason's hometown buddies had come for our wedding. He called them his benefactors because they had pooled money to put him through college. He said he couldn't marry me without their approval. That was why our wedding had been delayed for a full year. Mason wrapped an arm around me and laughed. "Babe, I knew you would come. Now I don't have to marry that menace." Tessa hooked an arm around his neck. "As if I'd marry you." His buddies started egging her on. "A bet's a bet. You said you'd pick someone and French-kiss them for 5 minutes. You can't back out now." Tessa scoffed. "It's just a kiss. You think I can't handle that?" Then she grabbed Mason and kissed him. When they finally pulled apart, a strand of saliva still connected their lips. Tessa shot me a defiant look. I calmly took out my phone and texted my family-arranged match. Elena: Does our pact to marry at thirty still stand? Family-arranged match: It does!