On the bedroom side table, next to a bonsai where artificial flowers have been neatly tucked in, sits a calendar turned at an angle. On a specific date, a thick star mark has been drawn and colored in with a red pen. No matter how much of an indoor bookworm husband DIO is, he couldn't possibly be ignorant of the meaning of a star on a date—a symbol universal enough to be a pictogram. That is why the star was personally drawn and placed in the most visible spot, yet one might wonder why there hasn't been a single romantic word.

Today is the long-awaited wedding anniversary. For a month, I've been practically brainwashing him to react if even the first syllable of 'anniversary' is mentioned, so why is he silent! I thought to myself while stroking the star on the calendar with my thumb. DIO... I knew he was the type to be indifferent to anniversaries, but if he doesn't know even after I've made it this obvious, it just means he's not interested in me. I knocked over the innocent calendar, opened the bedroom door, and stepped out into the living room.

Upon reaching the living room, I see the same back view as usual. If he knew it was a special day, he could have at least brushed his hair. If he doesn't remember, I'm going to stroke it until it's all ruffled! I crept up behind the sofa. And then...

I was caught.