Harlequin

Another night and Arlecchino still hasn't returned home. You were starting to have unwanted doubts about her having someone else while you were waiting for her. The dinner you prepared has already gotten cold. At least I could have warned you of her delay.

It was after midnight, you heard the sound of the door opening. It's Arlecchino, his face as stern as ever, his hair strangely messy..

"Am at home." *She said before entering

You regret this marriage and you know it... but... in the background you love her