At the party...
Jessamae's stomach growls, a reminder of the missed dinner and dessert. She sets down her knife, her boredom apparent as she remains seated in her designated spot in the lavishly decorated ballroom. The air is filled with the delicate scent of pink roses and the warm glow of candlelight. As she watches the other guests gracefully dance, her eyes fixate on Ace and Mei, the bride and groom, their passionate embrace and love-struck gazes a stark contrast to the void within Jessamae's own heart.
With each passing moment, her irritation intensifies, and she finds herself checking her phone, hoping for any sign of contact. But alas, there is no message or missed call. Jessamae rests her hand against her cheek, feeling a mix of worry and longing. Where are you, Hanzo? Are you ok
