“I don’t want to go.”
Lysandra said after a while since Fiero stopped crying. Fiero looked at her and responded.
“Huh?”
Lysandra leaned back and sighed. Then she responded to her brother.
“To the wedding, I mean.”
Fiero furrowed his eyebrows.
“I don’t get it. Why?” he asked.
“Honestly, I don’t want to be the party pooper,” she told him.
“Why would you be a party pooper?”
Fiero asked his sister, as he couldn’t understand why she would not want to attend their cousin’s joyous celebration. Lysandra then looked at her brother and told him.
“I just don’t want to be in a wedding when my own didn’t even happen, and my fiancée is still missing,” she told her brother. Fiero nodded in understanding, and then he asked.
“Then what are you going to do since I’ll be going to the wedding?”
