So... Saturday they're getting... married. And I'm invited.
I don't know what to think, really. I want to be happy for Mister Treize... but... I can't. This is going to be very hard. But it would probably mean a lot to him to see me there, so I'll go and put a smile on for him.
Besides, maybe it will help more than hurt. Maybe. I'm sure it can't hurt more than it already does, right?
Solomon... would you like to acompany me to the wedding Saturday?