Recap: Feign met a woman named Colette who happened to work at the publishing company he was sending his books to. They began to officially date. Waffles’s time had come and the Grim Reaper assisted him into Irwin’s arms. Cid mastered the cooking skill and started to teach himself how to make Ambrosia.

Feign and Colette had been dating for months. He couldn’t stay away from her for longer than a day or two, so he would constantly walk over to her house and spend time with her.

Fantine started asking her son for an official meet-and-greet with the family, as she had heard so much about this girl that she was starting to think Feign might be getting serious with her.

Feign brought the idea to Colette’s attention and she was beaming with excitement. “You really want me to meet your family?” she asked.

He nodded. “Of course, does that surprise you?”

Colette chuckled and placed her hand on the side of his face, her thumb stroking his cheek. “I just… I didn’t know you were serious about me is all.”

Her boyfriend’s face turned a deep shade of red. He shoved his hands into his pockets. “Well… I mean… I love you…”

Colette gasped quietly before responding with “I love you too!”

When she arrived at the Thrones household, Feign ran to the door to greet her. He wrapped his arms around her and gave her a kiss, elated she was finally going to see his family.

Cid had been lounging around the house all day in his pajamas. He heard the door open and knew it was Colette, as Feign had informed everybody of her arrival earlier on in the day. Cid approached her with a smile on his face. “You must be this wonderful girlfriend we never stop hearing about!” he started.

Colette’s facial expression made it apparent she had been unaware of Cid’s alien heritage. She reluctantly held her hand out to say hello to him. “Yeah, I’m Colette.”

“The name’s Cid.” He turned to Feign, who was suddenly embarrassed. Cid rolled his eyes and laughed. “Gee, thanks for not warning her ahead of time, bro.”

Feign lowered his head. “I am so sorry,” he murmured.

Colette shook her head and held up her hands. “No, please, I’m okay, I just wasn’t prepared is all.” She covered her mouth. “Oh no, I hope I didn’t insult you, I’ve been freaking out about my first impression all day long! I knew I would mess it up!”

“Don’t even worry about it,” Cid laughed, “it’s all good, I promise. I’m just giving Feign a hard time is all.”

Russel’s shift ended and he arrived home while Colette was talking to Cid. He had forgotten Feign’s girlfriend was going to visit today.

He felt butterflies in his stomach and realized he thought she was attractive. He swallowed hard as he shook her hand and introduced himself. The last thing he wanted to do was fall for his brother’s girlfriend.

“Feign told me you were involved with music?” she said.

Russel raised an eyebrow. “Did he? Well, it’s a little more complicated than that, you see. I am on my way to becoming a movie composer.”

“That’s really neat!”

“Yup, I know.” Russel stretched his arms above his head. “I’m cool like that.”

“Hello, Mrs. Thrones,” Colette greeted as Fantine approached her.

Fantine gave her a hug. “Oh, don’t call me that, just Fantine! You’ve been dating my son for a long time now, you’re practically family!”

Feign was thrilled to see everyone getting along with her. Colette grew braver as the conversations went on, and soon she was telling funny stories about dates with him. The more Feign looked at her interacting with his family, the more apparent it became that he simply needed to hold onto her for as long as possible.

Spring arrived not long after. On Love Day, Feign invited Colette out to the Spring Festival. His heart was lodged within his throat as he watched her dancing and enjoying herself.

“This is so much fun,” Colette exclaimed. “You never want to go do something like this! Are you okay? Get bumped in the head too hard yesterday or something?”

She expected a laugh. Instead, Feign’s eyes adverted to his feet. “Well, you know… it’s Love Day and all…”

Feign sucked in a breath and held up his hands. “Colette, stop dancing for a second…”

He dropped to one knee and locked eyes with her. Colette froze. She took a step back. “Feign… what are you doing…?” she muttered.

He started reaching into his pocket and she tapped him on the shoulder. “I haven’t asked yet,” he stated.

A frown was on her face. “Feign, we haven’t talked about this… ever… how do you know you really want to marry me when we haven’t even spoken about what we want our futures to look like?”

Feign’s palms started sweating. “What do you mean? You know everything about me. You know I plan to be an author and I know you’ve always wanted to be a spy.”

Colette sighed. “Look… I… I don’t want any kids, okay? And… I know you’ve talked about things your father used to say regarding having his very own legacy…” She felt tears well up in her eyes. “I just… I just don’t think I’m ever going to change my mind on the subject, and if that’s not how you feel, then we shouldn’t–“

Feign grabbed her hands and held them tight within his own. “Colette, listen. I love you. I love you more than any human could possibly love another. I want to spend as many years as I can by your side, dancing in your laughter, melting in your gaze, and breathing to your heartbeat.” Colette started sniffing. Feign could feel his own eyes water. “I only want you. Just you. I don’t need anything from you except your love. Children will not complete my life. Your presence is far more than enough to give my life meaning.”

Colette started crying. Feign pulled out the ring he had purchased with his latest book royalties and began to slip it onto her finger. “Colette Olivera… would you be my wife?”

“Yes… yes, Feign Thrones, I will be your wife.”

They decided to have the wedding at the park a few weeks later, and when the day finally arrived, Feign couldn’t stop sweating.

Fantine tried to calm him down as best she could, but to no avail.

“Mom, you don’t understand, I don’t make enough money for the two of us to live on our own. I’m already a terrible husband and I haven’t even said ‘I do’ yet.”

“Feign, listen to me, you two can live at the house for as long as you need to, okay? I’ve already said this to you a thousand times.”

“I want to be a self-sufficient husband. How can I be a provider if I can’t even start my married life for awhile?”

Fantine smiled. “You have nothing to worry about, son, that woman loves you so much that you could live under a bridge and she’d be happy. She just wants to be with you. A house can come later.”

Russel was having his own freak out away from the family.

The realization that his twin brother was getting married and beginning his own life wasn’t sitting well with him. How was it that the one family member who sits at home all day managed to actually meet an attractive girl and get her to fall for him? Russel was the one out and about everyday. He was at a point in his career where people were listening to his music. He met women all of the time. He was invited to parties on a weekly basis. He was the socialite.

So how was it that Feign wound up beating him to a happily ever after?

Russel watched as guests arrived. He hardly knew any of these people. A few distant neighbors showed up and friends of Irwin’s and Cid’s were there, but could Feign even remember everybody’s names?

One of the guests had something gold on that caught Russel’s attention. He turned and noticed the gold belonged to a pair of wings that were attached to a lovely woman’s back.

Russel clapped to his own amusement.

Of course! The last time Russel had even seen a fairy close to his own age was when he dated Lena in high school. The fact that this fairy had been invited to Feign’s wedding had to mean Russel was destined to meet her! Feign’s happy ever after was happening specifically so Russel could start his own! How perfect!

He giggled in delight and made his way over to her only to discover the wedding was beginning. Russel’s fated meeting would have to wait.

Feign and Colette’s ceremony brought tears to every guest’s eye. Fantine was smiling and holding her hands over her heart. Cid stood proud, happy that Feign was slowly building the future he deserved. Russel did not stop staring at the golden fairy, missing the entire vow segment.

Not even two seconds after Colette became an official Thrones, one of the guests suffered a heart attack and perished in front of everybody.

The crowd started a commotion as the Grim Reaper arrived. Russel ignored everybody’s sobbing and pushed through to talk to the fairy.

He smiled and extended his hand. “Hey there! I’m Russel, the groom’s twin brother. I couldn’t help but notice your glorious wings from across the park, so I came here to find out… are you an angel?”

The fairy gave him a look of horror before bursting into a fit of laughter. “You’re kidding me, right?” she exclaimed, unable to hold her posture.

“What? Cheesy pickup line? Yeah, I know, but you think I’m cute for trying, don’t you?” Russel did his best attempt at a ‘come hither’ look.

The fairy cleared her throat. “Oh my gosh, no, you are crazy. I can’t believe you are trying to hit on me while the Grim Reaper steals a soul away from your own brother’s wedding. This is really messed up.”

“What is? The sudden death or the wedding?”

“I’m out of here.” She transformed into a glittering ball of light and left the lot. Russel stood still, completely confused as to what just happened, while the rest of his family coped with the mixed emotions the latest events had triggered.

The wedding night went much smoother than the actual ceremony. Feign showered Colette with compliments and kept her close as they rested in the bedroom. He could not have been happier with his new wife.

With encouragement and support from her new family, Colette quit her publishing job the very next day and drove to the police department so she could finally nab the job she has always dreamt about.

Russel ambushed her the second she came home. “Colette! Hey! Quick question…” He crossed his arms. “There was a girl at your wedding with golden wings, do you happen to know her?”

Colette’s eyes widened. “Um… yeah, you’re talking about Araceli. She was my old roommate.”

“Araceli, huh? That’s a beautiful name!” Russel grabbed her shoulders. “Can you please tell me where she lives??? I tried to talk to her at the wedding but my timing was incredibly poor and now I think she might think I’m a douchebag.”

“Oh. I guess.” Colette told him Araceli’s address and Russel stepped to the side like he was leaving. Colette stopped him. “Wait, aren’t you going to ask me where I was today? I mean, I’m your new sister-in-law and all.”

Russel anxiously held his breath. “You were… at a… job… interview, right? At the firehouse?”

Colette rolled her eyes. “Just go.”

“Thanks sis!” Russel hailed a taxi and quickly gave him the address, bargaining with the driver to go faster than the speed limit.

Araceli’s house looked quaint and plain on the outside.

Russel blatantly stared in her window, soaking in the glory of her wings.

She could sense eyes on her, so she turned to answer the door before Russel had a chance to knock on it.

“Why, it’s that weirdo from Colette’s wedding.” Araceli crossed her arms. “What can I do for you?”

Russel winked. “Mind if I come inside?”

She stepped away from the door and allowed him to walk into her house. She opened her mouth to say something when he pulled flowers from his back pocket.

“For you, m’lady! These golden flowers match your glistening wings, they will make a perfect compliment to your beauty!”

Araceli shrugged. “Okay then…” She took the flowers and set them down on a table. “How did you find me, anyway? Do I need to be calling the police?”

Russel scratched the back of his neck. “Colette had mentioned you two used to be roommates. She said you lived here.” He tried to switch his charm on and inched closer to her. “Araceli is your name, huh… is that Latin for ‘sexy’?”

The fairy shoved him away. “Look, guy, I’m not interested, okay? I wasn’t interested at the wedding and I haven’t changed my mind since.”

Russel lowered his head and looked up at her. “Even if I told you I was a Hit Movie Composer??”

Araceli raised an eyebrow. “Are you?”

“Not yet, but I will be. Then all of the soundtracks to romantic movies will be inspired by you, baby. The whole world will know Russel wrote gorgeous melodies in Araceli’s honor.”

She cracked a grin. “You really are something, aren’t you?” She glanced at the door. “Are you planning on leaving anytime soon? I really don’t want you in my house anymore.”

“Tell you what… I’ll leave the house if you leave it with me.”

“To do what?”

“Let me take you out to eat. We’ll get to know each other and maybe you’ll see I’m not such a weird guy.”

Araceli sighed and turned to grab her purse. “Okay. One meal. If you creep me out, you can’t bother me ever again.”

Russel hailed a taxi and brought Araceli to the run-down diner on the edge of town. She looked up at the sign and scoffed. “Boy, it’s a good thing you aren’t trying to impress me or anything.”

“Hold on, now, you can’t judge a book by its cover! This place has the absolute best pancakes in all of Moonlight Falls!”

Once their meal had been eaten, Russel exited the building. Araceli followed.

She stood outside looking around to see where Russel had gone.

Having only just met Russel, she was unaware of his Slob tendencies. He had snuck out to the back to try to dig through the dumpster for a little gift he could give her.

He spent a good twenty minutes digging around in the trash until a beeping noise went off. His phone reminded him his shift at work was about to begin. Without thinking, he jumped out of the dumpster and ran to the street.

As Russel waited for a cab, Araceli walked behind the diner to see if she could find him. He left her waiting there as he headed off to work.

Araceli stayed there for another fifteen minutes before leaving the property in frustration.