"Miss Dorlian! Wait! Please!" Relena's young secretary, Joyce, ran down the long corridors of the large office building in which Relena worked.
Relena was at the elevator, waiting impatiently for it's doors to open.
"Miss Dorlian!" Joyce called again.
Relena's head turned abruptly to the sudden noise.
"Yes, Joyce?" she asked with slightly perplexed look.
Joyce had to stop a moment and catch her breath before she could continue.
"Miss Dorlian..." she gasped for the words, "you forgot to sign the agreement papers from Senator Gaul...explaining L3's new restoration project. Please...will you sign it?"
Relena smiled carefree as she stepped into the waiting elevator.
"Joyce, I've already finished my work here. The papers will have to wait until Monday. I'm sorry, Joyce but that's it," Relena pushed the floor button and the doors slowly closed.
"But-but.."
"That's it, Joyce! Go home! Enjoy the rest of this beautiful day!" Relena shouted hurriedly as the doors closed.
And with that, Joyce left her worries alone and skipped down the hall with a happy smile.
Once Relena was downstairs she hopped to her waiting car outside. The day was so pleasant and shining; it was just up to her to make it even better.
Relena dumped her black, Chanel tote in the small backseat of her Lexus convertible and climbed in the driver's seat.
The traffic seemed lighter, even though it really wasn't, to Relena it felt as if she was driving through a deserted seaside road.
Everything was perfect! Tonight was the huge ball at the UNES Grande Hall and almost everyone she knew and loved would be there. And of course...Heero would be attending. Heero...HEERO!
Relena nearly swerved into the next lane when she suddenly remembered the small meeting that was supposed to take place...in...oh dear, 5 minutes! She was at least 15 minutes from his house. Maybe she should send a message to him...oh but wait, that wouldn't sound very diplomatic of her. The Vice Foreign Minister sending a message to one of the most important people in her life about how she'll be late because she was lollygagging! Oh she couldn't do that, Heero would think little of her. No, she'd just have to drive like the wind.
And so she did.
Duo sighed heavily as he peered at the view of the bay.
Hilde on the other hand was chatting away to the wedding planner about every little detail she wanted.
Shinigami just let her do the talking. Anything would've been fine for him, just as long as he and Hilde were married.
"And a big canopy over there by those rocks and...umm...maybe a white silk covered pathway through the aisles. Oh and a string quartet right next to the grand piano, and...."
Duo clearly wasn't paying attention and soon regretted that he hadn't.
"Duo, do you think-. Duo?! Are you listening?"
"Oh! Um sure! Whatcha want?"
"Well I was wondering if we'd ought to have white chairs decorated with wild flowers on the sides or cream-colored chairs with roses?"
"What's the difference?"
That did the trick.
"Difference?! Duo, sweetheart, this is as every bit important as the ceremony itself. So please, try to cooperate!"
Duo couldn't hold it together any longer.
"Cooperate! You want me to cooperate? It's seems that you've been doing all of the "cooperating" around here, not me!"
"Honey," Hilde stressed, "you always agree to what I suggest so how could it all be on ME?!"
"Ugh, Hilde! Ya know what? Maybe we should just postpone THIS," he pointed to the wedding planner who looked like he'd seen this scenario too many times, "this...this," Duo looked for the appropriate words.
"This wedding...?" Hilde had a look of sadness stretched across her face and tears blinded her vision of her supposed fiancé.
Duo was stopped by her sudden tone.
"Hilde-"
"No, I see how it is. There's no need to go on with THIS," she spread her arms out addressing the beautiful bay.
A silence was left.
Duo lowered his head in regret, wanting to take back what he'd said. His fists tightened with his own self-anger.
"Or," Hilde broke the silence, but her voice was low and shallow, "or...me."
Duo's cobalt eyes widened with surprise.
Another annoying silence passed between them. The waves crashed and flowed along the bay, but the sight was anything but comforting.
"Hilde..." Duo lightly whispered her name, being careful not to hurt her any further.
"No...Duo," she sniffed slightly and allowed the tears to stain her skin.
And with that, Hilde left. She ran up to her car and quickly drove off.
Duo wanted to kill himself. What can he do now?
Leave. Pilot 02 left the bay along with the bewildered wedding planner.
The sun was setting and painted with reds and oranges as Duo sadly drove away to prepare for the ball and for probably one of the most uncomfortable evenings ever.