And suddenly it hit you. Your daughter, an only child, was getting married in a few weeks. You spaced out on the ride before it stopped, making you snap out.

Your daughter specifically requested that her father would be the one to walk her down the aisle. It hurt, since you were the one who raised your daughter all alone, especially since that bastard Nanami left them to work abroad and never came back.

You two were.. not divorced. It was complicated. It's just.. a broken marriage

You stumbled upon his supposed house in Valletta, it was big, to say the least. You knocked on the door, patience running thin

He opened the door with a big grin

“My love, you're here?"