Peter drove to Mark's house, where he caught Mark sitting on his couch watching the video of the wedding. His eyes were a little watery, as if he wasn't quite sober. Peter knew that Mark drank as a way to ward off depression.
"She told me about the tape," said Peter in a cool tone.
"Ah, yes. With luck it turned out all right."
Peter leaned in as he watched various shots of the wedding and memorable moments, realizing that Juliet was in a majority of the shots. He grabbed the remote and clicked stop.
"What's the problem?"
"Listen bastard, I don't know what you're trying to pull, but if you're going to hurt Juliet, you're going to have to get through me first!"
"I don't understand...hurt her...what are you talking about?"
"You know exactly what I'm talking about!
"Why would I ever hurt anyone I love?!"
Peter gasped. Mark was his best friend, and Juliet was his wife. If his best friend loved his wife, the mad pyramid of love would come into focus. He didn't want anything of that sort to happen. He loved both Juliet and Mark; he could not let them unite. Quickly he ejected the tape out of the player and stormed out the door, nearly smacking himself for allowing this to happen. He ran into the car, but as soon as he turned on the radio, he heard "Someday We'll Know," which was the song he and Juliet shared. Slowly he sang along, as he rode home, his face faltering. He couldn't face Juliet. She would hate him.
Then he thought to himself as he pulled into a bakery. She couldn't hate him, she was the one who proposed to him, which is quite an unusual thing to do. He walked inside the bakery, walking up to the counter.
"Hello, Peter," Sally said eagerly.
"Hello, Sally, I just stopped by to pick up one of your delicious pies."
"You don't have a strange taste as your Juliet does, do you?"
He wanted so badly to once just get a cherry or a lemon meringue, something normal. But he couldn't, he wasn't doing this for him. He was doing it for Juliet.
"Certainly I do. One curry pie, please."
She wrinkled her nose for a bit and then smiled sheepishly. "Well...I guess we make them for a reason, eh?"
He smiled awkwardly as he paid for the pie and took it. "Thank you."
"Thank you."
He thought that finally the problem would be solved...