Hello, dear readers! Good to see you all again!

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I hope your hearts are ready for this new chapter and for the next ones because my (evil) fun starts now! Thanks to everybody that was patience and kind enough to be with me until this point. In particular, would like to give my special thanks to miss Zeplerfer, this precious and kind human being who helps me with the revision of this fanfiction and that gave me a lovely review(Oh, dear. I can't say anything about the future but as I said, you will see. You will see very soon. Also, I'm going to write a extra chapter to this fic, thanks to you.), also for leaving a review, my thanks to JeSuisUnePomme(OMFG, I'm so, so sorry for making you suffer with these two. Also, first person perspective is awesome. I really don't understand why it has a bad popularity in english. Maybe because when people think about first person perspective, they think on those fics a la "I woke up. I was late and I had to go to my job. My name is Gilbert, I'm a wedding planner. I put my cool jacket and my shoes. A bunch of preps stared me, I gave my finger at them.". I dunno. Anyway there's many advantages in first person perspective, being the main one the fact that you can question everything the character see because that's only his perspective of the events.), CardFighter by Marple(Oh, dear, indeed.), Steelgray(HA, HA! I'm glad to know that I'm giving you doubts about the future and make you take part on the emotional rolller coaster that is this fic! But the fun just started!), NorwegianPilot17(You're so sweet, OMFG.), Flesh Delirium(Your review was truly a gift to me and I can't thank you enough for this. Your words are really flattering and I got super-duper-happy reading a review so detailed and well-written. Also, in a way, your guess is kinda right. This fic originally was a one-shot but since the site I use in portuguese didn't alow me to put all the story in a single chapter, I had to break it in three parts and now we're finally on the third one.), Noire Knightmare("Painful in a good way" - GOOD. Also I hope you will keeping enjoying my cliffhangers because you will a get them A LOT from now on), Autumn Moon Fae(Gilbert is a professional, after all, and that makes his situation with Rod way more confusing. This dramatic irony is a lovely writting recourse that you can find in the first person perspective. I enjoy a lot using it so I'm glad that you noticed it. Also, though Gilbert's salary is pretty high, yeah, I guess he doesn't get enough to have to deal with all this mess) and Person Place or Thing(You're pretty good at inventing names, you know?As expected from the ex-Girl_Of_Many_Names. Also, welcome to the drama train! This is going to be a long, long journey! MUAHUAHUAHUA) and to everybody that liked and followed this story and having fun with it. You're all very important to me and I'm really, really grateful for your support.

Anyway, I hope you will enjoy this chapter and scream at your computer screen thanks to it! Take care and have a wonderful day, guys! Until next time! Cya ~

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Chapter 10.

Without hesitation, I grabbed his wrist, forcing him to get up, and began to pull him out of my apartment.

My movement was so sudden and aggressive that the remaining liquid in his cup almost fell onto the floor. With a staggering walk, he made a clumsy attempt to put his glass on the table, yet it also dropped and rolled to the ground.

Unlike Roderich, the law of inertia didn't fail.

What was he even doing? I was about to throw him out of my apartment and his first action was putting my fucking cup in the right place. The cup that I could get on my own when I wanted to. His first impulse was not to apologize, ask me what he had done wrong or if I was upset, show concern, or anything like that. Nooo! His priority was to put the goddamn cup on the table to avoid staining his monarchical clothes!

I know I know. It may seem that I am reading a lot of dramatic intensity into a reasonable and common course of action, but you need to understand that the first impulse of a person shows much of what they really feel. Anyone in my position would hope that Rod would at least have shown some astonishment or alarm first, instead of that casual attitude of "very-well-just-let-me-put-this-cup here"! What kind of immediate concern was that? It was not like I was sending him home with my glass and everything, if he didn't put it in some place quickly!

Urgh. That cup could explode for all that I cared! We were having a pretty serious moment there. Good Lord, why were Rod's priorities never in the right place?

Dragging him along was easier for me and more embarrassing for him than we expected. Being slim and fairly inexperienced in dealing with any brutality, the aristocrat wasn't in a position to have much power over his own movements. In fact, he was practically falling on top of his feet, and yes, I was aware of it, but frankly? I couldn't care less about my aggressive and rude way of dragging Roderich to the door. I was really done with him for that night and did not have the slightest patience for niceties that he did not deserve.

Not that I planned to have an eternal grudge against him or something. Let's not exaggerate. If this was bad night that he would regret in the near future, fantastic. These incidents can occur before weddings, I know that much. We would probably reconcile again in a near future if that was the case. However, for that moment, I had realized that I couldn't deal with him for one more second. I didn't want to give him the opportunity him to say another stupid comment that would end up leading me to actions which I would regret later.

It was a perfectly sensible plan so, of course, Roderich had to spoil it.

He finally managed to resist and stopped me halfway. Settling on a spot on the floor, pulling my arm tightly and forcing me to face him. I felt the disdain stamped on my face when we faced each other.

"It's impossible to understand why you are so determined to discourage me from questioning my future wedding!" He said in a loud voice and I couldn't believe that his confusion was genuine. It couldn't be! No one was that stupid! "We have a contract, so your salary will be paid anyway!"

Salary?! SALARY?!

I felt something explode inside me.

"Alright! Do you want to play this game?!" I shouted in his face, causing his eyes to open wide with fright. Roderich had seen me frustrated, annoyed and done. Never angry. I tried to control the situation, I tried to be understanding, I tried to be diplomatic ... Now, I was not trying anything. I was screaming what came to my mind and letting go, like an eruption, all that I was keeping prudently within me for who knows how long. "In that case, I'll be frank with you! Roderich, I don't know what you expect of me! I sincerely don't know! Do you want advice?!" I raised an eyebrow questioningly, feeling my face writhe in indignation. "Applause?! A hug?! Why did you come all the way here in the middle of the night to tell me that you are insecure about a marriage that hasn't even happened?!"

"Don't be absurd!" he replied, offended. "I came here to talk about my waltz!"

"Ha! As if!" I shot back aggressively. In my anger and derision at his shameless excuses, my teeth were appearing as if I was smiling but I was not. "Roderich, can you stop the cynicism?! You didn't come here to talk about your damn waltz! For fuck's sakes, Roderich! What's your right to demand something from me besides my job?! How can you visit me in the middle of the night and say 'casually'..." I emphasized the word, stretching the syllables, shaking my head, rolling my eyes upward and creating, in general, an exaggerated air of false innocence that showed how much I was skeptical of that excuse. "...that you're thinking about giving up of your wedding, and then tell me I should not interfere in your decisions because I am just your wedding planner?!"

I was screaming so loudly that some saliva droplets were coming out of my mouth and hitting Eldestein's face.

However, our fight was so serious that he did not say anything about it nor move one millimeter from where he was; thereby displaying the same determination and intensity that I did … Not that it caused any change in the volume of my voice. I truly believe that the neighbors just didn't make a complaint about our noise because they thought I would destroy the house of anyone who dared to interrupt us. They were right.

There was nothing with the capacity to hold me. My neighbors, the aristocrat, our contract, my common sense ... NOTHING. I really was at my limit. This was not only about that night or that work. Oh no. My fight with Roderich was just the last drop to make a pool of conflicts overflow.

Let me explain.

It may seem quite surprising, but the fact that I had pushed an infinite amount of doubts, frustrations and other turbulent emotions under a professional carpet in those years that followed my first encounter with Roderich in hopes they would disappear over time if I leaved it alone, was not overlooked by me.

It was a temporary measure. Something similar to an improvised quick cleaning of the house when you receive the last minute's news that your in-laws are coming to visit you. When you are in hurry, you can't leave the house completely clean, so you just improvise and hide the mess, rather than correct it. Only when your in-laws leave, will you get time and space for a decent cleaning.

The problem is that, in my case, I never was able to clean up the mess that was under my mat, because every time that I thought "my in-laws" had finally left, surprise!, they appeared again and I had to cancel my housecleaning again and put once more in the mountain below the carpet, the mess that had accumulated while they were with me.

Imagine how it is having to push more and more dust under the carpet. The feeling of putting your hands in cleaning products and hear the bell rings again. Since there is no black hole under your carpet if you keep accumulating and accumulating whatever you hide under it, there will be a point where it will form a mountain impossible to ignore. There will be a point at which you begin to yearn with all your heart, that your in-laws, no matter how lovely and charming they are, get out immediately, once and for all. It's ridiculous to have piles of dust become a mountain. How did it get that high? You can't help but feel the need to clean it urgently because it's making you extremely uncomfortable every time you look at it.

Earlier, at least you could pretend it didn't exist! However, as it is in evidence, you can't avoid looking at it out of the corner of your eyes or feel deeply uneasy with its presence … The worst? You cannot stop being consumed by the anxiety that brings the question: how the hell your in-laws are not seeing an obvious and embarrassing mountain like that?!

Yeah, those were my emotions.

All of them were present when I shouted with Roderich, pointing to his chest:

"You have to stop being so harsh with your partners, marry Vash and face your choices, aristocrat!"

"What right do you have of demanding something like that from me?" he asked with irritability.

Oh, I had almost a law to demand something like that from Roderich. Especially if a certain possibility in particular that was tormenting me with an ever greater intensity since we started that discussion, was confirmed.

Which possibility was that? Well ... Although I had, with a good amount of effort, repressed and ignored its existence, a certain idea appeared in me long ago.

It wasn't a recent doubt, emerged in the heat of the moment. It was an old stodgy theory, which I never wanted to think about, and that continually tried to erase the rooms of my consciousness.

As other thoughts and feelings ignored, it never disappeared completely and was like a kind of intuitive element that could hit me at times but never came to take root inside me.

However, when I lost my patience with the aristocrat, my locks were destroyed, and that thought, once revealed to me, has continued to simmer in my mind.

I'd hate for something like that to be confirmed, however with all that on the loose between me and Roderich, it was inevitable that it appeared in evidence in front of me and now seeing it in detail, it was scaring me to death how tangible it appeared to be.

It was a simple and overwhelming idea that could be summarized in the following line:

If the mountain under the carpet is visible to the resident of the house, your in-laws won't be able to not notice it.

"Believe me! I have every right possible!" I screamed, clenching with full force the fist that was not encircling his wrist. A dam was opened inside me and I couldn't stop it from overflowing. I had gone too far already. I couldn't run away from that anymore. I had to ask ...! I had .. Urgh! I had to know! "Do you have any idea how I feel when I organize each one of your weddings?!"