Quoted By:
“We have a message from Anastasia that we must tell you privately.” You say in a neutral tone. You wonder how the way you’re dressed is affecting his perception as to what this might be. On second thought, you think you saw him yesterday at the Space Park.
The Groom taps his fingers on the door, the thought of his future wife turns his face cheeks red. “…Please, come in.” He steps back to give everyone space to get in. You three cordially enter by saying a polite remark. “What seems to be the problem?” He can feel something is off.
It’s a fancy hotel suite matching the sunny vibes aesthetic of the place. The furniture is made out of wood and bamboo, looks sturdy and polished. The carpet looks so nice that you want to take your shoes off, but this is a shoes-on situation. The sunshine rays dissipate as the night falls, the perfect ambiance for bad news.
“Please, get yourself comfortable first.” Wilma says as sweetly as a person can.
“You as well.” The groom invites you to sit down. There are plenty of chairs around a TV set. For better diction, you rather stay on your feet.
“It’s difficult to put into words, but here I go…” You said everything that had to be said. The others chimed in to alleviate the load. You see a future for this trio as a theater group. Maybe with puppets. Or maybe you shouldn’t be in awe of your storytelling abilities as a team when you’re crashing a wedding.
The point is, he now knows the entire backstory, and Anastasia’s ultimate decision.
“A-Are you sure this isn’t a misunderstanding?” Despite the long backstory with an awful amount of detail, Ugo Ugolino questions. This man is trying to find a glimmer of hope to grab so badly that he’s trying to reach a different dimension.
Matilda shows the pendant. You have no idea when she grabbed it, but it’s effective. The groom is speechless, smile frozen.
“…That’s how it is, eh? Sometimes things aren’t meant to be.” Ugo smirks with a dejected look in his eyes. Kinda. You think his eyes look dejected, but you aren’t sure how his face works. “Excuse me, I need to make a call.” He rushes to the bathroom and locks the door.
“He took it better than I expected.” You, foolishly, have some hope.
“<span class="mu-s">PLEASE, TAKE ME BACK, ANNIE! I’LL DO ANYTHING!!!</span>” Ugolino screams desperately from within the other room.
Several minutes later of begging and tears, Ugo is ready to face reality as he finally comes out of the room. He’s heartbroken but functional. You and Wilma pat his back as he reflects on what’s happening…
“If only I knew she was being pressured by my family, I wouldn’t have bothered her. Neither of us wanted what this truly was.” Ugo laments, pendant in hand. “I should’ve known, it all went too smoothly, but I thought after working hard on myself, doing everything right for once instead of being a coward, I found something real. *We* found something real. But alas…”
