There's a very brief and bitter thought in the back of Jolie's mind as to whether she'd get an invite at this rate, but she keeps her personal drama to herself in lieu of feeling happy for Oceana. It warms her heart to see her this happy over anything that isn't olives and partying, at least something isn't crap on crap.

"Only if I get to make the dress. Nothing latex, nothing above the knee." She gives her a mock warning look, but a smile pulls at her lips. "Is it that serious? You aren't pregnant, are you?" She narrows her eyes, glancing downward.