Inaadre
Zen Wisteria, called to the wedding of his brother, came with a girl. It didn't surprised anyone, since she's famous now. Her short, red hair made other ladies feel simply, even with the most beautiful dress. Zen was proud to be next to her, without any contest, thanks to her title, and he knew that, one day, he would stand there, in the middle with that red haired girl dressed in white.
But things didn't happened how it was supposed to. It was the last time he had seen his love smiling, and dancing as if it was the last day they could spend together. They didn't know, that it really was the last time.