The intertwined destiny where several couples are connected yet live their lives as if nothing happened. As the past is part of it and has nothing to do with the present.
In the hometown of Lagarte, the house of Beunabista has five daughters and three sons. Kelly Beunabista is the fourth daughter of the house. She was known for her natural beauty and being devoted to the church and the goddess of the Valley. The lady of the house and the head of the family have strong ties with each other. Mary Beunabista is devoted to the goddess, teaching her children good etiquette and manners. The time when the house is on the verge of collapsing, the foundation of the family started crumbling as the beloved lady, the mother of the manor, has passed away. Everything changes as time passes by.
A fine young woman with a white dress that seems like playing hide and seek drags her white dress on the vibrant room that emptiness can be felt in that silent room. As her voice echoed compared to the forest.
"Kelly! Kelly! Where are you?"
The piled up books like a mountain on the corner of the room, a young lady in a daze with a messed up dress holding a crumpled piece of paper.
"I am right here!"
"I was looking for you all over the place." She spoke while barely holding her breath, panting like she walked a thousand miles just to find her.
She looked at her and was like, "She is as lovely as our mother, a fine woman she has become."
"I am very sorry!"
"My dear sister, did I keep you waiting for too long?"
She smiled at her with nostalgia in her eyes. In that isolated room her older sister looked at her. Those eyes that raised her, she had become everything to her. As she calmed down and walked closer to her.
"How about a short walk to our mother's garden?" She patted Kelly's head and wrapped her with a warm embrace.
The scenery of the red garden is still the same the way it was back then. It is still beautiful full of life that continues growing in the summer. Sprouted in spring, wilted in fall, and froze in winter. The only thing that changed is the people around it. The hearts that have been swayed and can no longer reach. It still blooms in the place where the wind has carried it.
She reached her younger sister's delicate face. "You should fly away, my dear Kelly. Like the dandelions in the summer breeze. This is your origin, this will always be your home, but you will never grow in this field."
As tears dropped in her sister's hands, Kelly felt the warmth. She tried to speak, but her voice cracked, and the words came out broken and unexpected, almost childlike in their desperation.
"Where's Father?"
The question hung in the air between them, awkward and raw, like a wound that had been poked too soon. Kelly immediately regretted asking, for she already knew the answer. She knew where he was. She knew what he had become. But in that moment of vulnerability, she had reached for him anyway, as if hoping that on this day, of all days, he would be different.
Her sister's hands froze on her cheeks. For a long moment, she said nothing, her eyes clouding with a sadness that seemed too heavy for a bride to carry. She looked away, toward the manor, toward the empty windows where their father's shadow never seemed to appear anymore.
"It is my wedding," her sister finally said, her voice barely above a whisper, "and he is nowhere to be found. All he did was waste his time drinking and smoking. He is no longer the father we knew."
Kelly felt the sting of those words, not because they were cruel, but because they were true. She wiped her tears with the back of her hand, embarrassed by her own question, by her own foolish hope.
"I know," Kelly murmured, looking down at the garden floor. "I know. I just thought... maybe today..."
Her sister shook her head gently, a sad smile tugging at her lips. "I thought the same. I waited by the chapel doors for an hour. I sent the servants to look for him. But he would not come."
Kelly reached out and took her sister's hand, squeezing it tightly. "I am sorry. I should not have asked. Not today."
"It is alright," her sister replied, her thumb brushing over Kelly's knuckles. "You are allowed to miss him. We all do. But we cannot wait for him to change. We cannot let his grief become our prison."
Kelly nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat. She looked at her sister's wedding dress, pristine and white, and thought of all the preparations, the flowers, the guests, the feast that awaited. And yet, the one person who should have been there was absent.
"But he is not letting us talk to him," Kelly said quietly, "and our siblings have gone separate ways. Everyone is trying their best to live their own life."
Her sister turned to her, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, but her voice steady and warm. "My beloved sister, I know you have been worried for us. This time, be yourself. Find your own happiness."
She cupped Kelly's face one last time, her palms warm against Kelly's damp cheeks. "Take a journey for you to discover the world and find the place where you belong. You do not have to worry about Father. He will be fine in no time."