The Loveless Lens, I Don't Want It Anymore

On the day of our two-person honeymoon trip, with only two minutes left before boarding, one of the guys my fiancé calls his buddy flung a stack of new boarding passes down in front of me. "Sorry about this, Peggy. Looks like the honeymoon's turning into a group getaway again." "We've got so many good friends here, all crowding into your time. You're not going to cry about it, are you?" "Heard you've always been the romantic type. Wanted your first trip before the wedding to be about giving yourself to Leo. We're not going to ruin that little plan of yours, are we?"