Remember Me, Baby.
The allies?

After finishing resting and retouching, Andrew took Keiko's hand towards the main hall used for the reception. The atmosphere was more lively than this afternoon. There were so many guests coming. Perhaps because there was a dinner that was open to the public, the courtyard of Hotel Le Bristol was filled to the brim with people crammed in and eager to witness the grandest wedding of the year.

If the courtyard and the rest of the hotel room are used to entertain general guests, the main hall only accommodates special guests who have an invitation letter. No one can get in there if it is not detected by a biometric scanner that is already connected to the invitation recipient's data.

The whole room was decorated with fresh flowers and decorative lights that were very charming. Buffet tables are available in every corner of the room to make it easier for guests to take the dishes served. The drink-only table is filled with red wine, champagne, ports, cocktails, sherry, lemonade, and a variety of fizzy drinks.

Upon entering the room, Keiko's gown glistened in the light of the lamp, inviting admiration and envy from every woman in the room. The design of Almira Gonzales makes every diamond grain in the dress look as if it is attached to Keiko's body, scattered on the shoulders to the arms, then fused with a dress that is perfectly developed.

Andrew led Keiko on a walk to a decorated mop like a throne for the king and queen. Marco Roux and Alfred flanked on the left and right sides, while the attendants sat on the front row bench, facing off with a guarantee.

Shortly after, a WO rushed over to Andrew and Keiko with a tray of wedding wine. Andrew took a cup of wine and gave it to Keiko, then took it for himself.

Standing before everyone, the only successor of the Roux Family smiled widely and said, “Thank you for the invited guests who have taken the time to come and share the happiness with us ... also for colleagues out there, please enjoy the banquet. A toast to happiness and prosperity.”

Andrew and Keiko lifted the cup filled with wine, turned to face the guests from left to right, then downed the contents of the cup in one gulp. The sound of applause and cheers returned, not only in the main hall, but also along the hotel hallways and outer courtyards. Despite not being able to see the bride and groom in person, the men were quite satisfied to see the hologram display projected in the middle of the page, making them appear to be face to face with the bride and groom.

Andrew smiled and helped Keiko to sit in the bridal seat, her wide dress from the hips down making it quite a difficulty. In addition, Keiko did not want to damage the diamond granules that filled the entire surface of her dress, so she sat down and moved very carefully.

“Still nervous?” ask Andrew by Keiko's ear.

Keiko smiled and shook her head slowly, then whispered back next to Andrew, “Not so loud earlier, now it's good."

Judging from the front, the body language of the two brides became a hot topic of conversation. The invited guests could clearly see that the couple really loved each other, as seen from the way they looked at each other and interacted. So said.

Hansel who couldn't stand all that nonsense immediately got up from his seat and walked towards the table where the drinks were. He took a glass of wine and spent it in one breath, then took the second glass ... third ... his head began to feel a little spinning. Instead of stopping, he reached out to the champagne and port areas.

The frenzy around him was very crowded, but he felt foreign and alone. Standing in the corner of the room while observing the guests greeting each other and chatting, he was looking for someone who might be able to work with Injan Entertainment.

However, while combing through the entire room, he found a beautiful girl sitting in a slightly shaded section staring with a complicated expression at the bride on the lap. Hansel's lips twitched. It seems like he just found something interesting. He picked up another glass of port, walked over to the blond girl and sat down next to her.

“Halo, Miss ... from the expression, it seems that you are not at all happy to see the bride,” reprimanded Hansel in passing. He seemed to enjoy his invention: he was not the only one who was heartbroken at Andrew and Keiko's wedding.

Cecille turned to Hansel with narrowed eyes, as if staring at a bully fly that irritated him.

“Go from before me,” grumbled the girl before looking back at the guarantee with a burning highlight. It should have been him sitting next to Andrew Roux instead of that ugly girl!

Cecille clucked. The unreliable Bryan suddenly couldn't come to accompany him tonight, making him truly look pitiful and feel even more dumped.

Facing that refusal, Hansel only snorted lightly and sipped his drink slowly. At least finding a friend who is both heartbroken makes him feel better. Funny and annoying indeed, but it made his heart feel a little more comfortable.

Hansel leaned his body forward and muttered softly, “You want the man on top of the guarantee?”

Cecille. He turned his head quickly and again scolded Hansel, “Why is it still here? Just interrupt.”

Hansel chuckled softly. Perhaps due to the influence of alcohol, he became bolder and ignored the blatant rejection.

“Stop hoping. They are inseparable, if that is what you are thinking,” Hansel replied with an indifferent expression, but there was a bitter taste that filled his throat.

He then sighed softly and continued, “If not, should we just date? You and I are both heartbroken, maybe we can treat each other. My name—”

“Strade basis!”

“What?!”

The overlapping conversation was enveloped by a momentary silence. Cecille looked at Hansel with a probing look, whereas the man still continued to sip his drink nonchalantly.

“What's your name? What you just said.” Cecille looked at his interlocutor with little interest. There's no way he heard wrong, ‘kan?

“Hansel Roux. And you are ...?”

Cecille ignored Hansel's question and again said, “I've never heard that name before. Are you an intruder who confessed?”

Hansel pointed his index finger and replied, “How can an intruder be a groomsman?”

Um...it's true, but ....

“I've never seen you before.”

“That's because I stayed a long time in Japan.”

“Japan ..?”

Cecille looked at Hansel's face, then turned to the guarantee .. looked back at Hansel, then saw the bride ....

“That woman .. Andrew's wife, you have a relationship with her?” ask Cecille expectantly. It seems he has found an ally!

“A-ah .. past, now no longer, she's my sister-in-law.”

“Give me your number.”

Hansel's eyes sparkled. “Abspected to me?” ask him with confidence.

“Man crazy. I just want us to work together. You can get your lover back, so can I ..”

Hansel looked up, as if the words of the girl before him were the silliest joke he had ever heard.

“Your dreams are too high, Miss. Forget about it, forget about them. Just date me, okay?”

Cecille's eyes narrowed. He opened his handbag and took something from there and placed it on the table.

“You're still drunk. Contact me when your brain is sane,” said the girl before getting up and walking away.

Hansel grabbed the business card left on the table and scanned it on the phone. He reads the name when his phone number is linked to the contact.

Cecille ....

The corner of the man's lips twitched. A beautiful name, as beautiful as her alluring bright blue eyes, is enough to take her mind off Sakamoto Keiko ....

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