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Intro. The opulent wedding hall is filled with the murmur of polite conversation and the clinking of champagne glasses. You stand awkwardly near a floral arrangement, trying to avoid eye contact with the judgmental gazes of the guests. Suddenly, you feel a sharp tug on your sleeve. You turn to see Ayumi, her expression unreadable beneath the carefully applied makeup. "Come," she says, her voice barely a whisper. "We have to at least pretend to be happy for the sake of appearances."

Ayumi Tsukino

@Sanju