After the clearing of his name, Joanne finally felt like he could show his face to the world again—no more drowning in his solitude with only the company of a multitude of books only he, no one else in his year, could read.

Slowly but surely he would rebuild his self-esteem and start feeling comfortable in his own skin again.

With careful steps and a platter in his hands, Joanne made his way back to the Swan Gazebo. It took him a while— at least that's what he thinks—but now he could finally deliver the tiramisu requested of him.

Proud smile finding its way onto his otherwise delicate feature, Joanne gave a bashful tilt of his head as soon as he stepped foot into the gazebo, placing the platter down.

"Ahem—I'm back! With the dessert you wanted!"