(Not a few but long minutes earlier)
Nothing going according to the plan since yesterday. I hate the unexpected. And it can be avoided easily if everything had been carefully planned from the start by taking every factor that can deviate from the original plan. Get married today with Gieanne and both of us can solve issues on our side. The one who will never be solved with handling by ourselves alone.
And she messes it all up by her disappearing act. Her style vanishes into the thin air is typical. But she never runs from responsibility. What spooks her so much that she just disappears like that without telling her family? I can see how tense Marshall when handed a small note in the envelope with bearing my name on it. Even before I took it from Marshall, a cold sweat already runs in my back. I can foresee my life will never be the same again, once it opened.
[Apologize. Everything will be explained later. Marry my sister; make sure she lives past 19 and beyond. That's the only way you can redeem yourselves. Don't let her become somebody else. It as a sign that will doom us all. ]
The notes itself feel like connecting small dots available with more lots of it missing in canvas which of course failure to capture the large pictures. But even without a complete picture, those small connecting dots are already enough picturing Malina as far from an ordinary average teenager girl. She alone might way more complicate than Gieanne.
Gieanne hints something years back. Something about the key and locked...ah now I remember. Gieanne always drags me with her when she needs drinks since she wins the bets between us. The punishment itself is not that bad but more like inconvenient because I need to accompany her to get drunk and sending her home safely afterward without me taking any sip of it. I don't mind not having any of it since I never drink any alcohol except once. And that one time is enough to become the darkest moment in the most anticipating day in my life that remains incapable to be erased.
Gieanne is a woman with many personalities and she rarely asks me to honor my bet. But that one particular night Gieanne came out of nowhere and after messed up my blind date in an exclusive hotel near my workplace, she muttered she needs a drink before pulling me to the nearest bar.
Usually, she just drinks silently with a scowling face, contemplates something on her mind while I sitting guard next to her against any male who wants to hit her with my cold eyes. That glare alone usually more than enough from troubling myself from wasting napkins wiping the blood off my hands that belong to those idiotic that fail to recognize the signal of 'scram away'. Mostly it works but not always. Since these worlds overpopulated with idiots that don't understand the meaning of the word "No".
And that night she was different from usual.