The crowd slowly dissipates as the party dies down and people start leaving. Liya is busy sending off guests as her friends, Mae and Ashton help clear the area.
"So… Next week?" asks Mae, clearing the bar.
"Yes, apparently," replies Ashton, not looking at her.
"Apparently?"
"We didn't quite know about it until your father announced it today."
"Didn't your father tell you?"
"No… That's what I'm also wondering. He wouldn't have decided on it without consulting me."
"I think it's dad's doing. He's really unpredictable and probably would've just decided and told your father last minute."
"Maybe. Liya and I have to talk to them."
"Are you not ok with having it next week?"
Ashton thinks for a while. "I don't know. Maybe I will be ok with it."
"Ashton, are you still not feeling it?"
"I really don't know, Mae," sighs Ashton, "I feel so dissociated. It feels like I'm spectating everything from a third person's view. I feel very disconnected from reality."