[[I have been informed that it is, in fact, Selena and not Serena. Whoops. (Honestly, I really should have known that). Thank you for letting me know!]]

Angela woke from her dreams of violet flowers and pale stars with a start.

It took her a moment for her eyes to adjust to the darkness and the vague, unfamiliar shapes. That was right; she was in Castanet to attend Molly's wedding.

Blearily, she rubbed at her eyes and slowly turned over in her bed to look at the clock. Three in the morning; what a terrible time to wake at. But she had gone to bed early, and hadn't woken up until now. Which meant she was quite hungry.

But she doubted there was anywhere open at this time of night. She flipped on the beside lamp (wincing at the brightness) and glanced around her room. She spotted her luggage standing by the door; Molly must have slipped in at some point. Angela guessed that the man from before, Jake, must have let her in.

Pulling herself out of bed, she lumbered to the suitcase, dragging a hand through her messy hair. She'd brought some snacks with her, perhaps she could just eat some of those...

After consuming a chocolate bar and an apple, she no longer felt tired but utterly awake. Barely any time had passed since she'd looked at the clock, and she didn't like the idea of climbing into bed and attempting to sleep but not being able to. It had happened before.

So she changed her clothes from the wrinkled ones she'd been sleeping in, and left the Inn to go wander in the cool night air.

It probably wasn't a good idea to go wandering during the night in a town she'd never been to. But she didn't have anything else to do, and anyway, her sense of direction was near flawless. She loved the stars, too. And the sea.

There was no one else out as she made her way down to the beach, her footsteps quiet yet somehow loud in the silence of the night. The sound of the waves soon reached her ears, prompting her to smile. They'd lived near a beach when they had been younger. Sometimes, Angela missed those days. Sometimes, she was glad they were gone.

A figure formed out of the darkness, and she stopped abruptly at the edge of the sand. Someone stood on the beach, staring out to the sea. It took her a moment to recognise the silvery-white hair of 'Wizard'.

"Couldn't sleep?" His voice startled her, despite the fact that it was a quiet voice, almost fading against the rush of the ocean.

"Didn't want to," she answered, finally able to make her feet move. She went and stood beside him (though left quite a large gap in between them), gazing out at the dark water in front of her.

"Why... not?"

"I suppose I just felt awake." Angela turned to glance at the man beside her, once again startled by the lovely features of his face. From her spot on his left, she couldn't see his tattoo nor his golden eye; only his bright green one was visible to her, as well as the plait that rested upon his shoulder.

"I see..." He too, finally turned to look back at her. Suddenly, Angela felt unnerved; this man seemed so otherworldly, like he didn't belong in this town, like he didn't belong here, on Earth. It was ridiculous, but Angela swore she could feel a powerful aura radiating from him, telling her that he was different. Also, he was awfully handsome.

"What are you doing out here, at this time in the morning?" she asked, admittedly quite curious.

"I enjoy... the quiet... and... being able to look... at the stars..." He smiled softly, turning back to gaze at the sky.

"I understand perfectly." The stars were always beautiful. She hated the nights when she couldn't see them. She always slept terribly at those times.

A silence fell between the two after her words faded away. Surprisingly, it was not uncomfortable; looking at the stars and being able to share the experience made it all all right.

Finally, Wizard turned to glance at her again. "Are you... not tired?"

"Not tonight." Angela gave him the smallest of smiles. She liked this man's company; his solemn nature made it easy to bear him; he wasn't overly chatty and didn't try to pry into her life; he was comfortable, and that was what mattered the most to her. "I went to bed quite early."

"I see." He brushed away the hair that fell into his eyes, before glancing at Angela. "Would... you like to... sit and watch... the stars... with me?"

"...I would like that." She smiled more warmly at him, and together they sat onto the soft, cool sand. "Might I ask, Wizard... are you truly a fortune teller?"

"Would you... believe me if... I said I was?"

"Only if you showed me." She studied his features: smooth, tanned skin; heterochromatic eyes; pale, shimmering hair; angular cheekbones; a white tattoo hidden under his hair. He really was quite beautiful, she thought vaguely. And that aura of mysteriousness about him - yes, she could imagine him as a fortune teller, perhaps even a real one, regardless of how she scorned the possibility of magic.

"If... I am honest... I am not truly... a fortune teller..." He seemed to study her as well. Angela's feelings were mixed as she took in his words.

"You-You're not scamming the villagers, are you?" she asked. Wizard most certainly didn't strike her as that kind of person.

"No... I can... tell your fortune... but... that is not... my profession." He leaned back in the sand, lying down so that he was facing the sky. "I'll... tell you more... another time perhaps..."

"I see. And you don't have to tell me. If you don't want to, I mean." She lay down beside him, her fingers tracing patterns in the sand. She stared up at the shining white specks in the midnight sky. "I might not believe you anyway. I'm not the most... open-minded of people."

"I don't know... if I believe that..."

She smiled up at the sky. "I'll take that as a compliment." They said nothing more, and simply stared at the sky until it was morning and the stars were gone.

When Angela returned to the Inn at six in the morning (Jake and who she presumed to be his wife had given her a surprised look) she took a long shower. Sand had managed to get into her clothes, irritating her skin. She made sure to wash it all off and as she stepped out, thought about Wizard, the not-a-fortune-teller.

He certainly was a mysterious one. It didn't matter, though; she was only going to be here a week. That was most certainly not enough time to crack a person's shell and learn their secrets. Not that Angela wanted to anyway.

She was had just pulled on her clothes and was drying her hair in the towel when a knock came at her door. Pausing, she set down her towel and glanced curiously at the door. Molly, most likely.

Sure enough, her sister's voice came through the door: "Angela! It's me. Let me in!"

Angela smiled, opening the door wide to Molly's bright face. "Hi! It's good to see you're up. Can I come in?"

"Of course." Angela stepped aside and Molly stepped in quickly.

"Ah, I see you saw the suitcase. I hope you don't mind - you weren't answering when I knocked, so I asked Jake for a key and he let me in."

"I don't mind. I appreciate it, in fact." She sat down on the bed and patted the spot beside her. "Come sit beside me!"

Giggling, Molly plopped down on the bed. "So. I hear from Jake and Colleen that you came into the Inn pretty early this morning? What was all that about?"

"Oh, nothing really. I woke up quite early and couldn't get back to sleep, so I went for a walk." I also saw the Wizard and we spent three hours stargazing. Not that she'd tell her sister that.

"You-You weren't having your nightmares... were you?" Anxiousness decorated Molly's face, but Angela just smiled.

"No. I haven't had those in quite a while."

Molly visibly relaxed, her whole frame dipping. "That's good! Hey, how would you like to come out with me today? I'm guessing you haven't had breakfast, and I need to go to Marimba Farm to stock up on a few things. We can take a look around the Forest, too, if you'd like."

Angela thought about this offer for a moment. She loved nature, but she'd never liked long walks or hikes, unlike Molly. But she felt restless, and Castanet had so far proved to be beautiful. "All right," she said. She flashed Molly a smile. "It sounds good to me."

"That's great!" Molly jumped up, grinning. "Luckily, I have free time today. Gill's such a darling; he said he'd do the farm work for me so that I could have time with you!"

Angela raised an eyebrow. "Doesn't he have some desk job? That's what you told me, right? What experience does he have in farm work?"

Molly giggled. "Oh, I made him work on my farm for a while before we started dating. That's how we got to know each other. He accidentally broke something of mine, and to pay it off, I made him work on the farm."

Angela burst out laughing. "No? Seriously? Oh, good God, I feel for the boy. I imagine you were quite furious."

"I was!" Molly flung her arms in the air. "I don't know if I told you, but at the beginning I thought he was a snide, rude, spoilt brat-"

"Was?" Angela asked, but Molly ignored her good-naturedly.

"-and so I didn't like him, even though I thought he was really cute. So when he smashed my hockey and badminton trophies-"

"What?"

"-I made him work for it! And, if I'm honest, I'm glad I did." Molly smiled shyly. "Otherwise, I might not have gotten to know him."

"Wait, he smashed your Championship trophies? How did that happen?" Angela could imagine the blonde accidentally bumping into Molly's shelves and knocking the gold statuettes over.

"I'll tell you on the way to breakfast!" They linked arms and left the room, the door automatically locking behind them. "So, Gill came over to tell me my week's earnings, while making some snide remarks about my income. I got pretty cross, as you can imagine, and basically told him to fuck off. But, you know, more rudely than that."

Angela couldn't help the giggle the came from her mouth as they walked down the corridor. "Did he get mad?"

"No. He just laughed, and when he turned to go he knocked over my hockey trophy. When he tried to save it, he accidentally knocked over my badminton one too! It was hilarious, seeing him flailing and going bright red with embarrassment and horror!"

Angela was laughing outright now, along with Molly, and so when they came into the Inn's lobby the two owners shot them curious looks. There were two other people there; a blonde man wearing a brown jacket and a brown cowboy hat, and a curvy, red-haired lady. The woman raised an eyebrow as they passed.

"Good morning Calvin. Hello, Selena." Molly grinned at the man, but nodded curtly to the lady, Selena.

"Indeed it is," Calvin answered, while Selena only smile tightly in response. Angela found herself looking curiously at the red-head, but soon they were out the door.

"Ugh." Molly shuddered.

"What's wrong? Did something occur between you two girls?" Angela shot a questioning look at her twin, who sighed.

"Oh, it's nothing too terrible. We've just had a few disagreements, that's all." Molly shrugged. "Anyway, it doesn't matter. For breakfast, well, I hope you don't mind, but we'll be going to the Fishery. Which serves-"

"Fish. I figured," Angela said wryly. "It's perfectly all right. Just an interesting choice for breakfast, no?"

"Don't worry, you'll love it." Molly winked, and they walked towards the pier. Molly began talking about her farm; what animals she had, how they acted, which ones were the most trouble, and how she loved them. Angela listened to this all with a smile on her face. Her sister had finally found her calling, and that was incredibly important to Angela.

They arrived at the Fishery, where Molly introduced her to Ozzie, Paolo, and Toby (they were all quite kind to her, and she found herself smiling) and they ordered a breakfast of seafood (Angela had frowned at the shark fin soup on the menu). She found herself liking the clam soup the most, and when they stood to leave, Angela promised she'd visit again before she left.

"So, how are the wedding preparations going? Do you need any input from me?" They were walking towards Marimba Farm now, according to Molly. Angela had realised she didn't know anything about the wedding.

"Oh, they're going great! And yes, I most certainly do. I think I need input from you." Molly grinned at her sister, and Angela smirked back.

"My opinion is too great, am I right?"

"Oh, yes." Molly giggled. "Well, as you saw on the wedding invitation, the wedding's on Saturday. It starts at twelve, but obviously I have to get ready." She smiled, her face a picture of pure happiness. Angela felt an aching in her heart; she was happy for her sister, but at the same time she was jealous. Molly had everything; Angela didn't. Not yet, at least, she hoped.

"Tomorrow, we'll go to Sonata Tailoring and get you a bridesmaid dress. Unless you've already got one?" Molly asked, alarmed.

Angela shook her head, smiling. "I thought you ought to have an input."

"Oh! Really? But it's your dress..."

"But it's your wedding." Angela rolled her eyes. "Nothing would make me happier, anyway."

"All right!" Molly beamed. "Tomorrow, then. Unless you'd like to go today?"

"I guess... if we have time, we can go?" They were no longer in Harmonica Town now, but for some reason Angela could smell an incredibly nice scent, like someone was cooking.

"Okay! But first, to Marimba. I promise, the people there are really nice. Well, Craig was a bit moody at first, but he's warmed up."

"Of course. By the way, who's catering for your wedding?" The smell of cooked food had reminded her. Angela glanced around; there was a house nearby. She guessed that was where it was coming from.

"Oh-"

"I am." A voice rang out in the morning air, and Angela raised her gaze to see the boy, Chase, sitting on the roof of the house. She flinched automatically upon meeting his gaze. God, they look alike.

"That's right," Molly said, uncertainly. "Chase is catering. He's a really good cook."

"That I am." Chase's words were paired with the smirk on his face.

"Should you really be sitting up there?" Angela couldn't help the cold touch that coated her words.

"It's my house; I don't think anyone else cares."

"I do," Molly huffed. She folded her arms. "Don't you remember that time you fell off?"

"That was your fault." Chase pointed a finger at the pale-haired girl. "I can't believe you thought it was a good time to tell me that you and Gill were getting married. I was on the roof, for fuck's sake."

"I can't believe you thought it was so shocking." Molly glared at her friend. Angela really didn't understand what her sister saw in this boy to make her actually like him. He certainly seemed quite rude. But Angela was likely biased.

"You'd only been dating two seasons. Two. That's not long enough to get married!"

"In your opinion," Angela interrupted. She gave him the coldest stare possible. She may have been slightly biased, but she also knew she just didn't like this man. "Shall we go, Molly?"

"I think that's a good idea. By the way, Chase, I'd watch your cooking!" Molly pointed to the house, and Chase rolled his eyes. Angela looked away as he said, "I think I'd know if I needed to check on it."

"Keep telling yourself that," Angela muttered, and Molly grinned in response.

"See you later, Chasey!" she called.

"Don't call me that!" he yelled back. Molly giggled as they made their way to the farm, but then abruptly stopped after glancing at Angela.

"Oh, God, I'm sorry Angie. I know that couldn't have been comfortable for you..."

"It's fine. You were right yesterday; he's not him. I'll get over his face." Angela smiled tightly. "Though I'll admit he's rather rude; what do you see in him?"

"He's sarcastic," Molly corrected, with a small smile. "It's actually quite endearing."

Angela rolled her eyes, shaking her head. "If you say so." She thought about the boy that Chase looked so much like; he'd never been a sarcastic one. Angela was thankful that Chase was, despite everything; it made it easier to separate them.

She still hurt, when she thought of him. He was gone, thanks to another man who he'd loved like a brother. Angela had trusted that man, too. She shouldn't have.

The problem was that their faces were so similar; she couldn't think about the one she'd loved without thinking about the one who'd killed him. And she knew if she thought about the latter she would fall to pieces. And that was something she'd vowed she wouldn't do. She swore it on the stars.

Every night, she looked at them and thanked them that she'd made it another day. Last night, she'd looked at them with a man who'd seemed like a star himself; beautiful and bright and so distant. Mysterious. I can tell your fortune, she remembered, but that is not my profession.

Perhaps he was the humanoid form of the stars, one sent to make sure she upheld her vow after she met Chase.

She wasn't sure what she would prefer; a conscience that she didn't want, or dark memories pushing at a fragile boundary.

Neither was preferable.