Without a second thought she scrolled to the comment section,
@HoshiHeartz
"I can't believe Ryu actually went through with it. Pajamas? A clown? A HORSE? This man needs a support group."
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@DramaQueen
"This wedding had more plot twists than a Netflix thriller. I LIVE for this level of mess."
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@MrsHoshiraInMyDreams
"I was saving myself for Ryu. Now I'm just saving memes of this disaster. Thanks a lot, Ciry."
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@FanOfTheFlannel
"Ciry walked in wearing flannel and flip-flops like she was about to grab groceries, not a billionaire husband. Iconic. Unhinged. Inspiring."
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@ClowningAroundToo
"The clown as a flower girl was NOT the problem. The problem was that she still managed to upstage Ciry."
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@RealTalkRebecca
"Y'all calling her bold, I call her bonkers. Girl showed up drunk, insulted the ceremony, and left us all with emotional whiplash."
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@TooPrettyForThisMess
"Ryu looked like he was trying to astral project out of there. Same, King. Same."
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@JealousNotSorry
"Imagine winning 'Bachelor of the Year' and then marrying chaos incarnate. Ryu... blink twice if you need help."
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@SlayOrStray
"She rode a horse INTO the venue. If this isn't the villain origin story of 2025, I don't know what is."
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@WeddingAnon
"Why did the reception sound like a mixtape drop? Rap music + clown + public meltdown = top-tier content."
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@LukaChaseWife
"Not her hanging with Luka the night before. Girl, save some drama for your divorce proceedings."
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@JustHereForRyu
"Ciry is the human version of 'do it for the chaos.' Meanwhile Ryu's soul left his body somewhere around the flower clown entrance."
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. @ChaosBrideDefenseSquad
"Everyone hating but she's 23, rich, married a billionaire, and went viral in flannel. Be honest—you're just mad it wasn't you."
@GossipAndGlitter
"Ciry Dusk's wedding is what happens when a Buzzfeed quiz plans your life."
. @CringeCollector
"Ryu's groomsmen had guns. The clown had flowers. I'm confused and emotionally unstable."
@Saveme2025
"Bro blinked twice and got married to chaos in bunny PJs. Send help."
@idiotForPresident
"That clown had better comedic timing than Netflix specials. I want his agent's number."
@HonestlyKaren
"Ryu marrying her after all that chaos proves one thing: he's either in love or under contract."
Ciry sighed, leaving the 128 unread comments behind. She navigated to WhatsApp and sent a message to the group chat with Carla and Paula.
Ciry: Let's meet at Paula's place. 11:00 AM. Buy me some birth control pills, Carla.
She turned off her phone and ran her fingers through her curls.
"I need to get this dye off," she muttered, then hurried to Ryu's bedroom where her clothes were kept. He wasn't there.
Without wasting time, she entered the bathroom for a quick shower. Afterward, she opened the wardrobe, which was neatly organized. She picked out a silk red dress with a high slit and an open back, crossed with horizontal lines. The dress lacked sleeves, but thin gold chains draped over her shoulders like a delicate ornament.
She finished the look with a white, fluffy faux fur scarf and lace gloves that covered her hands up to her knuckles. Confidently, she catwalked downstairs.
In the dining room, Ryu was seated, wearing rectangular gold-framed glasses. His hair was styled in a neat two-block cut, with long fringes that hung just above his eyes, partially covering his forehead. He wore a black hoodie under a white wool coat, paired with black cargo pants.
A woman stood nearby, wearing navy blue trousers, a matching turtleneck, a fitted suit jacket, and black heels. Her raven-black hair was pulled into a ponytail, with a loose strand hanging to the left of her forehead.
Ryu finished talking to her and turned back to his laptop, his focus quickly returning to the screen. She gave a subtle bow, barely noticeable, before saying, "Hai, Hoshira-sama, shōchi hashimashita." (Yes, Lord Hoshira, I understand.) With that, she walked away, the air thick with an unspoken tension.
Ciry, not missing a beat, called out, "Ohayou, baka na danna," (Good morning, stupid husband), her words dripping with sarcasm. Ryu shot her a cold, piercing look—one that could've frozen the room—before returning his attention to his MacBook, pretending he didn't hear her.
Ava, who had been quietly observing, tilted her head slightly and asked, "You speak Japanese?"
Ciry, not skipping a beat, proudly puffed up her chest. "Yes, I do! I started learning it when I was fourteen. I'm pretty fluent now," she said, as if she had just announced a great personal achievement. She grabbed a cup of coffee from the table, feeling quite pleased with herself.
Just then, the door creaked open and Kuro strolled in, flashing that familiar cocky grin. "Oya, Ryu, why haven't you gone on your honeymoon yet?" He plopped down beside Ryu as though this was the most casual of conversations.
Ryu barely glanced at him. "Who invited you to my house?" he replied, his tone flat and uninterested in the honeymoon topic Kuro had just tossed into the air.
Kuro, undeterred by Ryu's indifference, shrugged and leaned back. "I came to see how you're holding up after… well, after what happened yesterday. You struggling?" His eyes flicked toward Ciry, giving her an almost knowing look, as if silently adding, this girl who nearly wrecked your wedding. I bet she's making your life hell now.
Ryu didn't even flinch. "No," he said, short and dismissive.
Ava, always the professional, placed a steaming bowl of soup in front of Ryu. "Hoshira-sama, drink this soup before it runs cold," she said with a polite but insistent tone.
Ryu scanned the bowl, his expression contorting into one of disgust. "Is this even edible? What is it??"
Ava explained with an almost clinical calmness, "It's a special soup designed to help you function properly." Her words hung in the air with a peculiar weight.
Ciry nearly spat out her drink. She'd had briefed Ava last night, and now she understood exactly what the soup was meant for. It wasn't just any health remedy—it had a more... personal purpose.
"My body is functioning pretty well, thank you," Ryu answered, completely missing the point.
Ava didn't let it slide. "I mean, your ability to function properly in bed," she clarified, raising an eyebrow as if she were discussing the weather.
Ryu's hand froze mid-air, his fingers hovering above the keyboard, unsure whether he should finish typing or just combust right there. Kuro's mouth dropped open in shock, "you have never told me that." he whispered to Ryu.