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PLUTO

Editor: กชกร เตชะศิริธนะกุล (LIO: Lay it out)

Proofread and book design: LIO: Lay it out

Illustration: Kanapy

SD Character Design: Pikabam_

English translation: PanPan

Writer's information

Writer: Chao Pla Noy (เจ้าปลาน้อย)

Publisher : เจ้าปลาน้อย

INTRODUCTION

I don't like weddings... For me, a wedding ceremony is like announcing to the world that 'we're going to have sex tonight. Please congratulate us...

Ah... I guess I'm just pessimistic.

I don't feel the need to pretend at a wedding party where I'm supposed to be celebrating. Why do you need to announce to the world that you'll live with someone by getting married?... That's nonsense.

Oh... I'm at the wedding reception of my younger twin, Aobe-Aum, whom the emcee keeps praising....

She's so capable... She's so good... I listen to the praise of the bride nonstop, and I have to twist my

mouth. She's so insincere. But... it's his job to praise the bride and groom because it's an important day.

(Editors note: A wedding MC, or emcee, is the master of ceremonies. This person is responsible for speaking to your guests during the reception, presenting speakers, and keeping the event moving along.)

My younger twin is overwhelmed by the images in the slideshow. It shows the story of how she met the groom and how they fell in love. The images on the screen don't sit well with me. Everything seems
artificial. It's like a play with a one-dimensional plot. It must be made up... I know. I've seen it before.

"Why do you look like that, Ai? It's your younger twin's wedding."

"I want to go home."

"How can you? Your twin won't be happy."

"She won't be that unhappy."

"Your twin loves you very much, Ai. You're the only one who has something against her. Stop acting like a jealous older twin..."

I look at my mother sternly. My parents always think that I am jealous of Aobe-Aum because my younger twin stands out and always receives praise, unlike me, who has not achieved anything on my own.

"I'm going to leave so you feel better. Because if I stay, I'll just keep twisting my mouth."

My mother immediately grabs my wrist and closes her eyes, trying to compose herself.