"But first, I wouldn't say that you're free from troubles."

"Troubles? You don't mean that she still………."

"Apparently yes. But don't forget about me."

Sensing the dangerous atmoshphere, Hughes ran all the way home.

"Gracia, I'm not going to the wedding tomorrow. Can you bring Elysia there?"

"No, I have to do some spring cleaning tomorrow. But, Elysia really wants to go."

"But I don't want to…….."

"Why, what did you do this time, honey?"

"I…."

Hughes told every single detail to Gracia but he didn't expect that she was going to say…

"Honey, they're getting married because of you. They wouldn't kill you. They would be so happy, Just go there and enjoy yourself tomorrow, ok?"

"Honey….."

"No buts or I'll confiscate your camera for a week, you understand me?"

"……………." A week without my camera…that's living hell….

Now it was Hughes turn to have a sleepless night. He had nightmares of Roy and Riza trying to kill him. They wouldn't right? I mean I was their matchmaker……

The next morning, Hughes woke up groggily.

"Honey, you're late. Quickly get dressed and go.."

"Ack! Do I really………"

"Go. Now. Elysia is waiting for you downstairs."

"Fine….Elysia we're going now. Can you help me later?"

"Daddy, what is it?" "Just do this and this and this….."

Finally, it was the wedding day. Everybody was excited. The music played on and Riza walked in. Since her dad died in a war long time ago, Major Armstrong had to walk her down the aisle.

As she walked into the hall, everybody's eyes were glued unto her. Her wedding dress was a physique. It was a V-necked dress that clung unto her skin. She wore a simple heart shaped pendant and her hair was let down. Many wives whacked their husbands' heads as they were so into the moment. Even Roy's ex girls were mesmerized.

"Ahem, please look at the Fuhrer." Riza suddenly spoke up. Everyone then looked back at the front where the Fuhrer was standing.

The Fuhrer started off with a question. "Does anyone reject this marriage?"

Immediantely, the girls from behind all shouted out loud. "I do."

The Fuhrer quirked his eyebrows and looked at Roy. In fact, everybody was staring at him. "Hmm, now would you explain this to me, colonel?"

"They're my ex girlfriends."

Some people shook their heads while some people just criticized him.

"Girls, sit down and shut up. This is a formal wedding. Do not interrupt."

"But he promised that he would marry me."