Sorry Leo, but she just doesn't give a shit about dimsum.
Word about Ermilinda's mastered skill in painting eventually reaches the people who manage most of the art in the city, so she gets the opportunity to have her own paintings hanged in the museum.
It's dark and wide enough to get lost into. This might be a good place to hang out at.
The longer she stays in the place though, the angrier she gets at how "generic" everything is. There's nothing worth looking at in this place, and she's seriously considering to reconnect with some artists who have also secluded themselves, but she is also one of them.
Ermilinda has long given up on attaining fame and wouldn't want to stay too long in the spotlight, but if THIS is what the people get to see as art, then she feels obliged to do something about it.
Seriously. Another generic stock picture of a car.
Leo's not having too much fun with work right now, but he manages to get by with putting on the right facial expressions and reactions and by being the with the "right" people. Amused by the younger colleague's effort, Yolanda tells him gently, "You can drop the act right now."
It's unsettling him, but he drops his cheery facade cautiously. He may as well be working as an actor.
During lunch break, he meets up with Cresalina at the karaoke place to vent out together on this silly thing. (So far it's working to the point that they forgot about going back to work)
One of them is out of tune, but who cares? The guy in the suit is apparently famous and rich. (I forgot his name, oops)
Promoted!
As a reward for getting promoted, Leo offers to cook a "special" dinner for everyone.
Ermilinda isn't too fond of this dish called "Goopy Carbonara," but is far too polite towards Leo to push it away. Luckily for Lucida, she got her favorite: Ratatouille, with some modifications.
Ermilinda goes out to look for venues for the coming wedding. In this particular place, she spots her sister-in-law and niece at the bar area.
Instead of greeting with a "hello" or a "what are you doing here," Ermilinda starts with, "Your mother isn't letting you drink this early, is she?"
Trisha likes how blunt her aunt is, and immediately laughs her assumptions away. "Don't worry, mom's not going to risk THAT much to rile up my other mom."
She will never grasp this 'little feud' between Felicita and Sammantha they always seem to have, and hopes that they both won't get too far with whatever they're doing.
In mere days, the little art studio that Leo and Lucida made for Ermilinda is already filled up.
He also notices that she doesn't name most of her pieces. Leo personally calls that one "Mysterious blocks of random abstraction."
In Lucida's dream, the wedding goes perfectly well. There are no rings dropped, no shoes stepped on, no wine spilled. When she wakes up, she feels less excited.
As much as it concerns him to see Lucida eating ice cream as breakfast on a daily basis, he knows better than to criticize her food choices (as a child, Lucida pretty much ignores him).
He clears his throat. "Are you okay?"
Lucida chews more slowly before swallowing it at once. They both can't tell what the other is thinking. "Yeah. It's going to be a big day."
A big day indeed, especially for these two.
Leo is just the happiest person alive right now. He couldn't believe that this is actually happening.
From the audience, Lucida doesn't show much interest in watching the ceremony. Everyone else is too preoccupied, like Felicita, who is just happy to see that things are working out for her sister in the love department.
Sammantha notices Lucida's indifference, and walks to get closer to her niece. "What's wrong?"
"I kinda wish that they have a DJ booth in here," Lucida mutters.
"Maybe you'll get to have one in your own wedding," Sammantha jokes. Her niece doesn't respond anymore, and, feeling obligated, looks at the couple instead.
Looks like she got herself a new dad now.
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Aaaand Leo's officially part of the family. Everyone's concerned for how Lucida will react to this kind of thing but she pretty much doesn't care anymore.
I know this is a pretty short chapter, but it's been so long since I worked on this and I want to move on to the story as much as I can.
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